All according to keikaku (translator's note: keikaku means plan).

JandtheCavemen: Blinds closed?

JandtheCavemen: And I’m the little-dicked coward.

You text back George on your phone as you eye her townhouse from the convenient coffee shop across the street. You’ve been texting her intermittently for a few days while you got her schedule down, though last night when she didn’t have the blinds closed was the last pin in place. Sure, she’d just been shutting them right away after airing smoke or something out of her place, but now all avenues were open to you. Besides, you’d been enjoying returning the favor, teasing her instead and letting her know in equal measure that she couldn’t lure you closer … but that you were still coming anyway.

GeorgiaPeach: Any old sex criminal could be out there.

GeorgiaPeach: I mean, what, do you think I’d just let that pervert see me with my tits out?

GeorgiaPeach: Gosh, think about it, what if he could see me sitting there, my brown, little nipples so hard they could cut glass, dirty texting someone instead of getting ready for work like I’m supposed to?

JandtheCavemen: It’d be tragic.

JandtheCavemen: You can’t be late to work.

GeorgiaPeach: I can be a LITTLE late …

You can HEAR her say it, even though it’s text. How she teases is so familiar. It’s hard not to take the bait, but you have something to prove, after all.

JandtheCavemen: You really can’t.

JandtheCavemen: Besides, if you don’t get down in the next minute, that cop is probably booting your car.

Only a minute and a half later you see her barge out of the building, dart up to her car, and check all four tires, which are, of course, completely unmolested. Her neat blouse is even partially open, and you can see she’s wearing red underwear today just before it dawns on her to button up. She looks around, glaring, but you picked somewhere unobtrusive and get to enjoy her frustration without her spotting you.

GeorgiaPeach: Fuck you.

JandtheCavemen: Only if you get going to work.

She rolls her eyes, but you see her linger on her phone for a moment before getting into her car. That leaves all day for you set up exactly where and when you’re going to take her. It’s so close, you can almost taste her, feel her blood running hot and fast up against her skin, smell that perfume you associate to this day with sex that she made sure you had plenty of occasions to catch the scent of by how often she toyed with you. Today. You have to do it today.