one last time before leaving.....

Instead of any questions, we let everything slide. I didn't want to talk about last night, and thankfully, neither did Lynn.

My husband got back around three in the afternoon and we all went out for dinner. For the next five days, everything was perfect. I forgot about the night and I had such a great time with Lynn. We were so close it was amazing. While my husband was at work, we'd go shopping or out for lunch. I didn't drink near as much this time, and we both wished the time wasn't flying by so fast. When it got to be Friday night, Lynn and I sat around feeling sorry for ourselves because Lynn had to leave early Sunday morning. She had a plane flight back East and I knew I would miss her a lot.

We actually started to drink more then I wanted but I never said a thing. I then found out tomorrow night Lynn was taking me out on the town for one last fling. I sort of didn't want to do it, but at the same time, she was leaving and I might not see her for another four years.

I asked my husband if he wanted to go and BINGO, he again had the perfect excuse to go fishing all night long. That was his love and passion.

Saturday morning I told Lynn my husband would be leaving around 4:00pm to go night fishing with his buddies. Once Lynn knew he wasn't coming, our entire day changed.

She took me shopping and out for lunch. She kept buying us more wine and I told her I didn't want to get slouched like I did last weekend. She kept telling me it was her last day, I could at least drink with her and keep her company.

I really didn't think I should, but Lynn ended up winning out.

We were having to good a time and she easily kept my glass full from noon till 6:00pm. She knew I was close to being drunk and just a little more drinking would push me over the line. She had me drive us home and that's where the last bottle would come out. We sat in the living room and got teary eyed about her leaving tomorrow. The wine was going down way too easily, then Lynn just knew, I WAS THERE!

She pushed me into the bedroom and we laughed as she helped me into the shower and then dried me off. I wasn't helping so much and Lynn pulled out the tiny outfit I had worn last week and put it right back on me. It was still adjusted so the bottom of the dress wouldn't even cover the bottom of my ass cheeks.

Tonight, she didn't even try to adjust it back down. This was her last hurrah, and she was going all out for it.

She sat down and painted up my face and her hands shook as she did me up so nastily. My lips were twice as red as before and much thicker by the way she put my makeup on. She then put me in the tall 'FUCK ME' shoes and then sprayed me down with perfume.

She didn't even try to get into the same outfit.

She put on a semi normal dress, got my car keys, then guided me out of the house.