Another Valentine's Day alone... what was this, the fourth year in a row? She shrugged off her jacket and slung her purse into the chair in the dining room. She glanced at the stack of magazines on the table. Articles about sexy lingerie and romantic dinners for two filled the February issues and Cassie just couldn't take it anymore. She scooped up the entire pile of magazines and dumped them in the trash. Unwilling to face the rest of the night, she popped a sleeping pill, put on her grungy but comfy sweats and headed to bed, not even bothering to turn on the TV in an effort to avoid the perky and predictable romantic comedies that would be on every channel celebrating this holiday invented by the greeting card companies anyways.
Cassie knew she had nothing to be really upset about. She had been on several dates over the past few months and a couple of them were good... One of them was really good... Cassie closed her eyes and sighed, thinking about the way his rough hands ran down her body, the way his tongue seemed to be everywhere at once, the feel of his throbbing... DING DONG! Cassie bolted upright. Was that the doorbell? Who the hell was here on Valentine's Day? Cassie reluctantly pushed her erotic memories of her single one-night stand out of her mind and went to the door. She felt light-headed and very sleepy on her way down the stairs, and it wasn't until she began fumbling for the hall light switch that she remembered the sleeping pill she'd taken. Getting more tired with each step, Cassie made it to the door and opened it... only to discover that no one was there.
She almost slammed the door in frustration, but then she saw a package waiting on the doorstep. Picking up the package and shutting the door, she wondered what could be inside the box. There was no return address and the label only said her name in big black letters. Cassie wondered briefly if whoever delivered the package was still outside her house, but as she ripped into the box, she found new things to wonder about. Inside the package, Cassie found an odd assortment of Valentine's Day goodies... some romantic, some naughty, some just downright strange. She dug around the contents of the box, trying to find a note that would explain all of the items and who was the mysterious giver, however, there was no note to be found.
Cassie was barely able to fight the effects of the sleeping pill she had taken at this point in time, so she grabbed the sexy lingerie and the chocolate body paint and headed back up to bed. She figured that on Valentine's Day, she could at least sleep in something sexy, even if she was by herself... and who knows? The body paint might actually taste good. Damn, she should have grabbed a spoon out of the kitchen. Upstairs, changing into the see-through black lace panties with matching barely there bra, Cassie thought about him again. Would he have left this for her? Wouldn't he have called or at least made plans to use the contents of the box with her?
