What does Nancy ask for?

"House keys"

"House keys, please, Mike."

Smiling at her, Mike retreated from the window, and returned a few minutes with the key to the front door. Nancy stretched out a hand, but just when it looked like Mike would give it to her, he dropped it to the ground.

"No!" Nancy exclaimed in anguish. She lunged for the key, and missed it by inches. But her sudden movement caused her to unbalance, and before she could catch herself, the brunette slipped off the branch and fell to the frozen ground.

She cried out as she slammed into the solid earth, temporarily winded. By the time she had recovered, Mike had closed the window, leaving Nancy once again alone. She slowly sat up and assessed her injuries. Her left side was badly grazed, with painful cuts on her hands and feet from her run down the road and the climb up the tree. Soil had become lodged under his fingernails and in her hair, while her fully erect nipples were tender to the touch.

A few seconds searching in the semi-darkness and she located the small key. Clutching it close to her chest, she sprinted round to the front door, cradling her breasts as she went.

Once at her destination, she inserted the key into the lock. Hearing the satisfying click, she slipped inside and closed the door as quietly as possible behind her.

Unfortunately, Nancy wasn't quiet enough. Sneaking back to her room, she was halfway up the stairs when the lights came on around her.

"Nancy Wheeler! Her mother's voice called from behind her. Shrieking, the brunette spun around, clutching one hand across her breasts and the other between her legs.

"Mom!" Nancy gasped in surprise, her face burning crimson.

"Where on Earth have you been young lady? And why are you naked and covered in mud?"

"Please, Mom," Nancy begged, "can we have this talk tomorrow? I've been humiliated tonight, I'm freezing and exhausted. Can I just have a shower and go to bed, please?"