Tickled Pink

I got your letter and your little surprise! Should I say thank you, or should I just wait and show you how much I love them? I've never owned crotchless panties, you naughty boy. You ordered them through the Frederick's catalog didn't you? I can't wait to wear them for you. Will you be ready to put them to good use when you come home on Christmas Eve? I promise, I'll be quiet… we won't wake your mother.

Oh, by the way… she keeps calling and asking if she should bring things. Like I don't have a turkey baster or an egg slicer? Honestly, John. I am capable of cooking Christmas dinner, for pete's sake! I made dinner for Thanksgiving, didn't I? And don't even start… I still say it was not my turkey and stuffing that made your little cousin, David, sick… it was all that damned candy she kept feeding him.

Anyway, I think I'm all ready this time, since I know a little better what to expect.

I've already set up the guest room for her. I told her that she could sleep in "my room"

since there's a nice double bed in there, instead of the twin, and that might be better for her back. She complained about her back to me for an hour on the phone (I'm not exaggerating, darling… I had the timer set for a casserole… it was a full hour!) but when I offered her the better bed, she said, "Oh, no, dear, I couldn't take YOUR bed! YOU

need to sleep in YOUR bed!" You don't think she knows, do you?

She says she will be coming in a few hours before your plane arrives. I offered to pick her up at the bus stop, but she insisted on taking a cab. I wish it was the other way around, and you were arriving first, just so we could have a little time alone, at least. Is that selfish? Even if it was just a quickie bent over the kitchen table! Is that a good

incentive? I'd wear my new black, lace crotchless panties, just for you, I promise. Can't you get your flight changed and come in, just a little earlier? (So you can cum in… a little earlier? Ha)

You know I have been working all week, trying to get the house completely spotless. I know your mother. Christmas is going to be better than Thanksgiving, I promise. Remember how she went through the entire kitchen and rearranged everything last time? "There's a right way and a wrong way, dear." Yes, that is what she said. I'm not making it up. I'm trying to remember where she put everything, and just moving it there. Oh, and I never did tell you, but she went through my prescriptions last time. I swear to God, John. She said she was "consolidating!" And she threw out my birth control pills! "What did you need those for, dear? You don't have a boyfriend, do you?" ARGH!

I wish you would just tell her, and we could stop playing this "roommate" game.

It's been almost a year now! I know, I know… I understand why you don't want to tell her. Maybe we can just elope and move to Alaska? Ha ha. I mean, everyone else in your family loves me, and we get along so well. I just don't understand it. Am I so horrible? Your mother still calls me "That girl you live with," or if I'm lucky, "Heiny." (And just how does she get "heiny" from Hannah, I'd like to know? Don't tell me about her accent-she doesn't seem to have it when she pronounces anything else, and you know it!)

Oh, John, never mind, don't pay attention to anything I've said. I should tear this up and not even send it to you. I know I'm venting and just nervous about Christmas and having your mother here, and trying to make sure she doesn't get Felix sick again feeding him chocolate. Doesn't everyone know that chocolate is poison for dogs? I'm still trying to get the stain out of the rug in the hallway from that little incident.

You know I don't mean it, right? You know I just want it all to be perfect for you, for when you come home. I hate that you'll be gone until Christmas Eve. I miss you so much. I want this to be our best Christmas ever. And I do so love my little surprise present… should I take naughty pictures of myself in them for you with the new Polaroid?

Do try to get your flight changed, won't you? Please? I don't want to be here alone… with your mother.

Love and kisses,

Hannah

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December 30, 1976

Dear Mother,

Thank you so much for visiting us over the holidays. You really didn't have to bring so much food! I told you that Hannah wanted to make dinner. Of course, your turkey was delicious, yes, but we really didn't need two… of everything. And it was thoughtful of you to bring all the frozen meat as well. I'm sure we'll be eating ham and pork loin well into the New Year. There was hardly room in our freezer for it all! It was very generous of you, Mother.