After laying on the thing for half an hour, she discovered that her couch was vying for the title of most uncomfortable couch in the world. It was hot, a real conversation piece, but definitely not made for curling up in. She expected that though. What’s sexy usually isn’t all that comfortable.
“What’s with the costume,” he said about her headset, boots, and the clear plastic slip. He’d never seen a dancer wear stuff like that before.
All afternoon, the only thing I could think about was spreading sweet creamy butter all over Tsukino’s hot buns. I tried not to run to her house like a drooling idiot and used all my willpower to keep from howling as I opened the gate to let myself in the back way. Then as I emerged from the bushes, what I saw was a stab through to the heart. Instead of Tsukino leaning against the kitchen counter waiting for her buns to be done, she was in the back yard laying on a lawn chair, wearing a bikini, and getting a freaking tan. What the heck? I didn’t eat anything before I got here because Tsukino always feeds me and anyone else she can find with the amazing stuff she bakes.
