Get ready for the night to come

The next morning it was cloudy out, a storm pending. John and Doe slept in and even after waking were content to just stay indoors. She let him watch her shower but never invited him to join. Then, stood in the doorway again watching him, her mind wandering to things said between them the last few years. Was she blind or just too alone to process the thoughts coming in? This gave her an idea. She knew how to test herself with him.

To **** her own hand of admittance regardless of the outcome, so she slipped off to hunt around on his computer for a good video. When he came out she was watching a video of two women with a man. Studying more than watching for entertainment. Doe himself was interested in why John had opened such a video, perhaps a bit hopeful. But she closed it down and told him it was gay man shopping time. They went out to find Doe’s “get laid uniform” and potentially needed supplies. Again and again he was sent to the dressing rooms and scrutinized.

Finally, he got his hair cut, some new cologne and they returned to his apartment to get ready. While he showered again, John went to work. Straightening his room and making it inviting to the woman’s eye. John hurried to set up two cameras in the room to record – what she suspected would be a nice present for her friend tomorrow. He would never know until then. They had changed the sheets to a deep satin red. “Mind stimulating colors,” she had told him and “nothing like adding more slickness to the bed. Messes dry faster and you don’t sweat in the bed during the moment… It’s really the sensation of the material running down your body…”

Her mind wandered to a few months back. The sheets entangling them together. Then she thought of Mitch as well, tying her to the bed posts with those sheets as an experimental show for that old lover. When he had pulled the other sheet down her body to reveal her inch by inch she had shuddered from the cold material slipping away. Yes, these sheets would be perfect. She turned to check Doe out before leaving. He looked down right dashing. If only he had ever been able to see past his personal criticisms then he would know what was headed his way tonight instead of doubting her.