I stood in Sarah Jane’s driveway, waved goodbye to Dad as he pulled away and went down the street clutching my little knitted clothing bag containing a change of clothes and my nighty. I turned and walked to the lighted doorway and rang the bell. Straightening my skirt and blouse in the reflection, I waited for Sarah Jane to answer the door. After waiting a few minutes and no answer came, I started to ring the bell again, when the door was pulled open a crack and Sarah’s dad peered out the door at me.

“Hello Mr. Croswell, how are you tonight?” I asked thru the crack. “Sarah and I are supposed to spend the night together and go shopping tomorrow.”

“Um, but Sarah Jane and her mom are away for the weekend Frolic, there must be some mistake,” he said again thru the small crack in the doorway. I could see that he had a towel wrapped around his waist with a small puddle of water on the floor where he stood. “They will not be back until Sunday sometime, and it’s just me here.”

“Oh no,” I quickly looked over my shoulder to see if I could still see Dad’s truck on the street, but he was long gone. He had also made plans to go hunting with his buddies in the nearby Ozark Mountains and would not be home until late Saturday night. “My Dad just dropped me off and he is gone for the weekend as well, and I have no way to get home. We were to shop then they would drop me off at home tomorrow. This is a terrible way to start the weekend.”

“Damn, ok, hold on a second,” he grunted and closed the door. I heard the chain sliding and then the door opened slowly and he was standing behind the door. “Come in, pardon me, I just got out of the shower,” he motioned me in and closed the door behind me, latching it again. “Have a seat while I get something to cover up with.”

As I sat down, I glimpsed the bathroom door partially open and watched him drop his towel and turn to pull on a bathrobe. Unavoidably, my eyes took in his partially erect manhood as the towel dropped to the floor. He pulled the robe around himself as he stepped back into the living room and came to sit alongside me.

“Pardon my appearance, but Sarah Jane and her mom are gone for the weekend, and unfortunately, they have taken our car. So, much as I hate to say it, we are stuck together here. They will be back early Sunday morning…” he managed a crooked smile as he spoke.

“Gone for the weekend? But….Sarah Jane sent me a message.” I fumbled in my purse pulling my phone out and searched for the text message. “Oh….I misread the text. It is next weekend that we are supposed to get together.” Tears welled up in my eyes as I looked back at him. “I’m sorry. I know I should have called first,” as I started to cry with my head down.