With the snow blowing outside and the winter smells in the air Leslie pushed her way into the deserted house. Knowing Greg was suppose to be there earlier in the day and wondering what was keeping him so long.
Calling his cell phone she received no answer. The snow storm was growing more fierce every minute and the need for warmth was growing. Going to the fire place and adding the kindling to the stack of logs already there Leslie starts the fire, looking around she decides to put on the stew for dinner in case Greg gets home. Leaving it over the fire to cook Leslie heads to the bathroom to bath the cold away.
Walking into the bathroom Leslie spots a black and red gown and robe, picking them up she holding them to her she smiles as she knows they will fit her. Slowly stripping out of her clothes she thinks she hears something but berates herself for letting her imagination get the better of her. She runs the bath as she adds a liberal amount of perfume and bubbles to her bath. Pinning her hair up she steps into the bath lowering her soft body into hot sweet bubby water.
Laying back Leslie closes her eyes and dreams about Greg coming in and surprising her with his presents she can almost feel his touch, taste his sweet kisses as he nibbles her neck, she feels her body drifting off in ecstasy.
A soft moan escapes Leslie's throat as she feels the gentle touch and hears the words she is waiting for, I told you I would be here. Smiling in her dream of him.