Linda

"Who was who?" She asked, rather secretively.

"The person that you were just talking on the phone with, of course."

She took off the garters and stockings and put on her nightshirt that barely covers her ass and lay down next to me, ignoring my question.

"Well, are you going to answer me?"

"It was," she took a brief moment as if to think of the answer, "Linda, yeah Linda, she wanted to talk about us going out again tomorrow."

"Oh, well, how about the two of us go out with.."

"No!" She quickly interrupts me to say.

"Why can't I go with you and her?" I ask, feeling a little hurt and paranoid that she is doing something behind my back.

"Because we planned for just us girls to go out and have a little fun." She says as she turns over to end the conversation. I sat there wondering what she could be doing that she wouldn't let me come with her.

The next morning went by fast. Cathy told me that Linda wanted to be picked up at five p.m. and that she doesn't know when they will be home, again. What she didn't know is that I will be following her this time, to find out where she is going and what, or who she is doing. Cathy took a shower and got dried off. When she was done, she looked through the closet, trying to figure out what to wear. She picked out a lovely skirt that went down to mid-thigh, a halter top, and a green thong, all of which I bought her for Christmas, and she never wore except for the thong, which she wore on occasion. When four came around, Cathy said her goodbye and went to pick up Linda. I got into our other car and made sure not to lose her and not get caught by her.