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After after finally snapping out of it, Kaitlyn took a second to smooth herself; trying to catch herself. "It's no use worrying about it now, let me just get on with my day and see if I can't get it out of my mind. It's no jig deal.. right?"

With that, Kaitlyn went on about her day and tried to keep the incident in the back of her mind. She worked tirelessly cleaning everything she could, doing laundry and every little thing she could to fill every free minute she had so she didn't have time to think about what happened. While she was cleaning the television in the living room, she was startled by her cell phone ringing. Checking the screen screen, she saw it was Thomas. With a quick answer and hello, they started chatting. "How's your day going?" she asked him. "It not too bad, cold. I kind of just can't wait to get home. What are you up to?" he asked her, curious to what she was up to. "Oh you know, just cleaning things up around here. I meant to mention, your dad wants to come over for dinner tonight. He wasnt here long.." she stuttered, before continuing "Is there anyway that you could stop by the market and pick up some vegetables? I would really appreciate it." Thomas let out an audible "hmm," before continuing, "It's kind of weird that he's coming over so abruptly, don't you think? He usually always gives us a whole bunch of notice, I wonder if something's wrong." Thomas said, with a little worry in his voice. "I don't think so honey, I just think he wants to see you and check in. He seemed absolutely fine this morning. Either way, I'll see you when you get home?" Kaitlyn said, returning to the kitchen to do dishes. "Sounds good hun, love you." She hung up, and got back to work.

A few hours later, after throwing on an airy dress instead of her constructive clothing, she was hard at work on dinner. Kaitlyn always took pride in her culinary arts, always trying to spice things up in the kitchen, and of course, always in the bedroom as well. She'd always wanted a career in hospitality, but she always seemed to never want to stay in the kitchen for too long. As she had her Alexa playing a playlist while she cooked, she was almost in a different world. Dancing along the music, cutting, dicing, just having a good time. But, as most people know, they don't last, or at least don't last very long.

As she put the final pieces into the pot, except for the vegetables, there was a knock at the door. The butterflies and instantly return to Kaitlyns stomach. She slowly turned around, and took her pace one step at a time and approached the door. Taking a deep breath, trying to convince herself and work herself up for what was about to happen, she opened the door. Immediately, she was relieved when she saw it was just Thomas, struggling with the groceries trying to get through the door.

"Hey, thanks for the help, you slowpoke." He chuckled, "you know normally I use my key but my hands are a little full. I'll bring them into the kitchen and just leave them on the counter. "Thanks hun! So glad you're home." Kaitlyn smiled, as she watched Thomas walk into the kitchen. "Hey hun, did you hear from your dad yet!?"

As she got no response, she turned around to head for the kitchen. Before she could even take a step to follow him, she heard the brief sound of a very few steps and, all of a sudden, a hand eclipsed her ass under her dress, making no mistake, with a tight fleshy grab. "Hey babygirl, did you miss me?"