I called the doctor’s office with my rejuvenated phone and got my appointment delayed til three. That gave me time to bathe again and gussy up again and worry some more.

Then off I set, out of the cabin into the beautiful, sun-soaked afternoon, but I got no farther than six steps onto the driveway’s crunchy gravel when I heard a noise: the unmistakable sound of a car approaching. It must be Logan, I surmised. I froze. He’d want to know where I was off to. He’d want to know what the doctor’s appointment was for. Surely the cat would then be out of the bag. He’d have to know why I’d strayed. My heart was hammering a million miles an hour. My skin burned with blush. My nipples and clit tingled and tightened. My pussy gushed gallons of love juice. My Logan, coming to fuck some sense into his silly, silly girl. But then the car sound stopped. All was still. And then it started up again, but in retreat.

My shoulders slumped. I sighed with disappointment and relief. Better get to the doctor then, silly, silly girl. But first I had to change my sodden panties. Only I had not another pair. So what do I do? Go to the doctor bare down there or with undies redolent of sex?

“Oh, Faith,” I said to myself, gathering up what little courage resided in my still-quivering body, “you are such a naughty, naughty girl.”