Luckily the limo was still in her driveway. Her last patient had been twenty minutes late and she’d driven home well over the speed limit. The driver had been waiting twenty minutes now, so she quickly threw some items into her rolling suitcase. As usual her mother had given her a book on sexual positions and also some orgasm enhancing gel for her, should things progress…and she had every confidence they would. She pushed them to the bottom of the bag, knowing she’d use neither item. At least she wouldn’t be lying when she looked her mother in the eye and told her, yes, she’d taken them along. Last item she needed was a blouse to put over her t-shirt. She rummaged through her closet for the white one she’d bought on sale the week before. She slipped it on and headed down the stairs two at a time. Rachel locked the front door and then ran toward the limo, where the driver got out and held the door for her. “So sorry I’m late.” “No problem, Ms. Moore. Now you sit in there and relax and I’ll get you to the hotel in no time.”
