“Wake up sleepy head. Your grandmother isn’t feeling well today and I made a basket for you to bring to her,” called Little Red’s mother as she stood at Little Red’s bedroom door with her arms folded across her chest waiting for a sign of life from her daughter.
“Yeah, yeah. I know. Grandma is always sick,” replied Little Red as she attempted to roll over but was stopped instantly.
“Little Red! Get up this instant, shower and get dressed,” growled her mother, raising her voice to let her daughter know she meant business.
“Okay, okay, I’m sorry,” cried Little Red as she jumped out of bed and padded her way into the bathroom to get ready for her visit with her grandmother.
She closed the wooden door with a groan and turned on the faucet waiting patiently for the right temperature. Not to hot and not too cold. ‘Finally,’ she said as she stepped into the steamy water, soaped up, rinsed and soaped up again. The floral scent of her soap smelt so good to her senses that Little Red had to finally put the soap down before she got carried away and god-forbid got caught pleasuring herself.
Knowing her mother would be impatient, she finished her shower and opened the door and jumped. “Mom,” she said while holding her heart. “You almost gave me a heart attack.” (more…)