Carter and Abby lingered over dinner for several hours before deciding to call it a night. They
climbed back into the limo, and the driver headed back to Abby's apartment. As they rode, Abby
settled her head onto Carter's shoulder. He put his arm around her and let his fingers trail up and
down her bare arm. He really admired her for being such a good sport. He had doubted that she
would be able to recover from flashing the restaurant, but she had done so gracefully. They arrived
at Abby's apartment, and Carter opened the door and leaned down to help her out of the car again.
He walked her to her door and couldn't help but stare at her while she fumbled for her keys. He was
astounded by her beauty.
"So, I guess this is good night," she said as she opened the door.
"I guess so.." he replied.
"Unless..."
"Unless what?"
"Unless you'd like to come in for some coffee," she offered. Carter jumped at the invitation, and
soon he found himself sitting at her kitchen table while she put the coffee on. While it was brewing,
filling the air with it's fragrance, Abby joined Carter at the kitchen table. As their conversation
deepened and the hour grew later, it became apparent that Carter would spend the night at Abby's
apartment. She never offered a verbal invitation, and he never made the suggestion, but it just
seemed to be the natural progression of the evening.
Abby stretched and rose from the kitchen table and went into her bedroom and changed into her
pajamas. Carter couldn't help it...as he had guiltily done once before, he peeked through her slightly
open door and gazed at her reflection in the mirror. Off came the dress, the strapless bra, the panty
hose, and on came a pair of soft gray cotton pajama pants and a spaghetti-strapped black tank top.
Suddenly, Carter jumped...Abby had caught his eye in her bedroom mirror and was giving him a
reproachful look.
"I'm sorry," he stammered and turned bright red. She would probably be furious.
"Carter, it's okay."
"No, really...that was out of line. If you want me to leave..." he began. Abby cut him off.
"Carter, I left the door open on purpose. Just like I did the night you took me to the charity ball at
the museum," she said coyly, and winked at him. Carter was completely speechless.
"Besides, what more do I have to hide after my little strip tease tonight at the restaurant?" They
laughed, breaking the awkwardness of the moment, and they embraced. Together they orchestrated
a fumbling sort of dance, weaving through the doorway, moving in harmony to avoid bumping into
furniture, at the same time flinging pieces of clothing through the room with flourish. They finally
arrived at their destination: Abby's bed.
climbed back into the limo, and the driver headed back to Abby's apartment. As they rode, Abby
settled her head onto Carter's shoulder. He put his arm around her and let his fingers trail up and
down her bare arm. He really admired her for being such a good sport. He had doubted that she
would be able to recover from flashing the restaurant, but she had done so gracefully. They arrived
at Abby's apartment, and Carter opened the door and leaned down to help her out of the car again.
He walked her to her door and couldn't help but stare at her while she fumbled for her keys. He was
astounded by her beauty.
"So, I guess this is good night," she said as she opened the door.
"I guess so.." he replied.
"Unless..."
"Unless what?"
"Unless you'd like to come in for some coffee," she offered. Carter jumped at the invitation, and
soon he found himself sitting at her kitchen table while she put the coffee on. While it was brewing,
filling the air with it's fragrance, Abby joined Carter at the kitchen table. As their conversation
deepened and the hour grew later, it became apparent that Carter would spend the night at Abby's
apartment. She never offered a verbal invitation, and he never made the suggestion, but it just
seemed to be the natural progression of the evening.
Abby stretched and rose from the kitchen table and went into her bedroom and changed into her
pajamas. Carter couldn't help it...as he had guiltily done once before, he peeked through her slightly
open door and gazed at her reflection in the mirror. Off came the dress, the strapless bra, the panty
hose, and on came a pair of soft gray cotton pajama pants and a spaghetti-strapped black tank top.
Suddenly, Carter jumped...Abby had caught his eye in her bedroom mirror and was giving him a
reproachful look.
"I'm sorry," he stammered and turned bright red. She would probably be furious.
"Carter, it's okay."
"No, really...that was out of line. If you want me to leave..." he began. Abby cut him off.
"Carter, I left the door open on purpose. Just like I did the night you took me to the charity ball at
the museum," she said coyly, and winked at him. Carter was completely speechless.
"Besides, what more do I have to hide after my little strip tease tonight at the restaurant?" They
laughed, breaking the awkwardness of the moment, and they embraced. Together they orchestrated
a fumbling sort of dance, weaving through the doorway, moving in harmony to avoid bumping into
furniture, at the same time flinging pieces of clothing through the room with flourish. They finally
arrived at their destination: Abby's bed.