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Well, the first thing we need to do is get out of this formal attire, Mr. Burns said, beginning to untie his tie. I watched him undress, as I had many times before, but tonight it seemed a bit different. A bit sexier. Or maybe it was just my imagination, inspired to wildness by the cold, isolated, romantic winter evening.

Would you like me to get you some pajamas, sir? I asked, staring salaciously at my friend unbuttoning his shirt.

He looked over to me and I pretended not to be staring. Well, of course. Do you think Im going to prance around here in the nude? Honestly, Smithers, sometimes I wonder about you. That statement made me wonder if he was referring to my intellect or my purity.

I looked in my closet and pulled out two pairs of satin pajamas. I caressed the material with desire. Snap out of it, Waylon. Nothings going to happen tonight, I told myself, although I was not quite so sure. It certainly was the ideal setting and situation for a little erotic exploration.

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The car park.

Marge finished her shopping, she wheeled the basket to the checkout and watched as she passed her bought goods to the assistant who readily scanned them through until the final bill was totalled. As normal, the bill was settled with cash, she had little need for plastic which everyone else seemed to be using. The basket, again full, but this time the goods with bags, was pushed towards the main door and out into the car park. This time of year, she had entered the market in daylight and a little while later she was retuning to the outside world with a darker look to it, the sun had gone to bed and the moon was up ready to play. It cast its white glow all around the car park which was mostly empty now except for hers and probably members of staff. She wheeled the basket towards her car. She was ever watchful, this time of year with the night rolling in early she felt nervous walking alone.

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