Demie rolled her pant legs up and waded in the creek as I made the final adjustments to our trap. I caught myself just watching her. The sun was reaching through the leaves an old Sycamore tree, brushing her with light as she walked in the water. Perfect moments are the most precious of life....looking at her...was perfect.
I shook myself out of daydreams and finished up. Demie danced out of the creek and we walked up a path to get in the van. I drove to the Johnson's house to get permission to park the van by their barn while we went frog gigging. Old Jim and Myrna Johnson adored Demie. Jim asked me to just toot the horn when we left in the night.
We drove back into town, got some Chinese take out and headed back to her apartment.
We finished eating and we were both tired. We decided to take a nap on her bed. I told her to act sad for the camera and she played it well as I brushed her hair back with a seriously worried look on my face.
We woke up around 6:30 PM. As soon as we stepped away from the camera's line of sight we grinned and did little dances. We would begin our game soon. Demie worked on the wig as I went to the van and double checked everything.
Demie tried on the doll's red and black polka dot dress and it was a little lose but fit OK. She applied her make up...put gel in her hair and put the wig on. She didn't look a lot like the doll but in the dark....it would be really hard to tell she wasn't the doll.
As she stood in front of me I added one more final touch. I raised her dress and wrote "BASE" on her stomach with the tube of red lip stick. She giggled out,"That tickles." I smiled and said,"When this is over...I am going to tickle you like you've never been tickled before." She gave me a sexy grin and whispered,"Oh...I hope so...I do hope so."
I kissed her and said,"I have always wanted to go to Ireland...how about tomorrow...you and me take a little vacation?"
She kissed me back and said,"Can we stop at Liverpool...I heard that those Beatles guys were from there?" I just grinned and agreed.
