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The Sneaker Part II. by "Anon"

After five minutes of struggling the stockings started to snag a little. This is what you get paying top dollar for reinforced hose ......wouldn't give you a run or ladder when you needed it! However, I have to admit I did look very tantalizing with the garter which gave me the added feeling of dominance - I should wear it on a daily basis :) (All I needed to complete the ensemble was a whip). :)

Once my feet were bare, I stood planted in my spot trying to remember every creak on the carpeted stairs. To make matters worse, my eyes still had not adjusted to the dark and the few drinks I had gulped down earlier were now telling me tales. I instinctively put my left hand out, reaching and longing to touch anything that would help guide me to the foot of the stairs without walking into the floor vase.

Ouch! Instead, I stumped my toe on the coat closet door - Wrong way :)

I feel my way to the stairs and slowly mounted the first step. No Noise.

Second step ... no noise

Third step ... no noise - this wasn't so bad after all. I think I can, I think I can.....

CREAKKKKKK!

I just wasted a thought! From my parents' room above, the soft slumber of my dad turned into shuffling and a disrupted snore. I held my breath and waited poised, perched like a cat in mid crawl. Honestly, I nearly peed my pants. Speaking of which...my underwear felt a little weird....almost too tight, slightly suffocating - water retention?

Once the sound of sleep returned to calm, I inched my up the remaining stairs and past my parents bedroom door. Only a couple more steps to my room.

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My purse was vibrating, but I swear to god I didn't bring that "dil"

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Holy Crap! PHONE! As I pulled the phone out of my purse I noticed something strange.....IT WASN'T MY PHONE! I must have grabbed it in the car whilst gathering my things.

As I closed my room door, the call display blinked

"Nicki" Why would Nicki be calling at 4.00 a.m. on his phone? Curiosity got the better of me and I answered hoping the Nicki was short for Nicholas.

"Hello"

"Hi it's me, Nicole. I'm waiting" Well unless Nicholas had a high pitched squeak of a voice, this was surely Nicki.

"Who is this?" I answered.

"Oh..! You must his friend he told me about.."

"His friend..."

"Yeah the one that he had to lend his phone to since yours was stolen..."

"My phone was stolen......?"

"Yes...Could you give him a message for me?"

"Sure I will give him a message alright..." I was starting to seethe and I could feel smoke emanating from my ears...I will give him a message and break his legs!

"Could you tell him that I will be waiting for him tomorrow night and if he could bring my undies that I left in the car last night..."

"UNDIES??!?!?!?!"

"Yeah, they're really small with string detail on the sides. Thanks hun!" and the phone went dead...

Small undies, with string detail....wait a minute!

Whose UNDIES was I wearing!!!!!?!?!?!

"Holy shyte" ......... To be continued..

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