Clothespins Stories

During the drive to Gabe's house late Sunday afternoon, I struggled to keep my nervousness in check. While stopped at a red light, I looked down at my outfit in mild disapproval. I was dressed for comfort, wearing a baggy sweater, leggings, and boots. Of course, when I'd packed for the trip home, I had no idea I'd be spending Sunday evening with a man who wanted to do all sorts of dirty things to me. My mind constantly re...