That next morning I stayed in bed waiting for the door to close as my parents left for work. We had the habit of eating breakfast every morning together but this particular morning I was consumed...
I laid in bed wondering what actions I could take to set things in motion with Mr. Monroe...
It shocked me how certain I was. In the past my fantasies always ended immediately after my orgasm. The men I talked to online had always wanted to meet, and I teased them with the possibility. I got off thinking about servicing each man, but after cumming I would end the conversation and resume my day or night as usual... but I was confident now that I was ready to let things play out, and equally confident I wouldn't deny Mr. Monroe his wants if he made them known...
Every minute was a new torture. I knew that just coming back from a trip meant he wouldn't be back on the road until at least Friday. The idea of waiting days to see his car pull in again was daunting.
Should I just go over and knock? No! What would I say? I assumed he would be resting anyway. On the couch watching tv and wanting no disturbances. He had no idea that I would gladly have him watching tv in silence, aside from the faint wet sounds of his tool being serviced...
I just hoped that, given that opportunity, I could deliver for him...
Ans with that thought, it struck me...
The mail!
It was late enough in the morning that it had already been delivered. I quickly jumped out of bed. I took a quick shower and got dressed. I put on my chinos and a pink and white striped polo. I fixed up my short light brown hair with some pomade. I chuckled as I realized i was dressing for a date or an interview. In a way I hoped it would be some form of both...
As I made my way down the driveway toward our mailbox I glanced toward his house. I briefly surveyed the porch in hopes he would see me and call his manservant over with a command, but it was empty...
I was left with a much more difficult option... I decided I would bring his mail to the door and knock... I was near paralyzed after reaching into his mailbox to pull out one lone envelope... looked like junk mail. I decided before walking out my door that if there was mail in the box, I would deliver it... a part of me wished it would be empty... it was going to be very obvious to him what I would be doing...
I started up his driveway before I had even realized it.
I was brimming with anxiety. What was I doing? Why did ai decide this was the way to get his attention? This is stupid.
Still I kept a path toward his front door. I knew without a doubt I was going to knock... and before i knew it, I had...
Within several seconds, he appeared behind the floor to ceiling window to the left of the door, pulling back the curtain aside enough to inspect the porch. He seemed understandably confused...
He opened the door and greeted me with a smile... "Hey Dame, whats up?" (Dame was what Clinton, and by extension his parents, had always called me).
