Roped Into A Fantasy
As always, the little nymph has plans.
I see the package as I come up the stairs to the floor of our apartment. I'm not expecting anything so I figure it must be Hannah's. I scoop down to pick it up as I pull out my key and open our front door. "Delivery for you," I call out as I enter. Hannah has her headphones on, the big expensive ones, so she doesn't hear me over Kate Bush. She probably didn't hear the delivery guy earlier. I hoof the package at her. It wo...