"A life sentence."
"So, when are you proposing?"
"Six-month anniversary, just to be extra cheesy."
"That’s great! In the meantime, I need to recruit your help," I say, pointing to the invite. "I have nothing to wear."
She reads the invite for a third time.
"Okay, it says they'll mail your mask to you. It's a way for the organizers to identify you without disclosing your identity to the other guests."
"How very mysterious."
"And fun," she says.
I'm already nervous about the event. I'm not sure I need any additional mystery.
"I'll come to your house on Sunday afternoon and we can look at what you have. If you need, I can make you a new suit."
I do a double take. "You can make me a suit?"
"No, my dear Ash, I can make youthesuit. But it could be a stretch for time, so let's hope you already have something I can adjust."
"Okay. I have some of my dad's suits. Maybe they'll fit me."
The next highlight of my day is hours later when Xander sends me a photo of his red panties all cum-stained. I'm glad I'm already home so I can put on the panties I brought with me from the weekend at Xander’s. Even though my right hand is a poor substitute for Xander, the smoothness of the panties makes up for it, and I have the best orgasm I've ever had from a solo session. I snap a photo of the mess and send it to Xander.
Ash:Look what you made me do.
Xander:I'm not even sorry.
Ash:Save the next one for me.
Xander:Only if you do too.
I finda GIF of a sexy Santa winking, and send it to him before putting the phone down to grab a shower.
It's funny how my days used to be mostly the same. Get up. Go to the market. Come home. Help on the farm. Sleep. Repeat.
Since Xander, my life is both the same and so completely different all at the same time. It’s more colorful, passionate, fun, and even has a little bit of kink.
My weeks no longer drag, even though I'm always looking forward to the weekend when I can spend time with Xander, it's like time is on our side.
The only problem is that the weekend also flies, and as such, I'm finding myself welcoming Nicki into my cottage to go through my clothes, while also already missing Xander, who left an hour ago, after baking a storm of cupcakes with my sisters.
"Fairy godsister to the rescue," Nicki announces when I open the door. "Show me your closet. Stat."
She follows me to my room where I have all of my dad's suits laid out on the bed.
"Hmm, there's some potential options. The colors are a little vintage though. Have you got your mask yet?"
I put the box containing the mask on my desk and open it carefully. I nearly fainted when I received the package this week because the mask is so strikingly beautiful, I'm afraid to touch it.
"Wow, Ash. This is beautiful."
"Right?"
The mask covers the whole face, and it has such intricate detail with black and white beads, shiny stones I'm not convinced aren’t semi-precious, and ribbons of lace around the edge. On the inside there's a silicone band that molds to the face, which I think is to make it more comfortable to wear while keeping the mask in place.
