Time crawled on as Violet nursed her tonic and water at the bar.  She glanced around at the patrons still lingering, making eye contact when she could.  The crowd was thinning out and no one had come her way.  Once and awhile she would turn and give Doc a covetous look when her was near.  She couldn’t believe how horny she was tonight.  But who could blame her, she thought as she took another sip.  It had been what? Over three years since she came home to take care of her mother and she hadn’t had a chance to date or hang out with a guy.<br/><br/>Violet could barely stand it and finally spoke to Doc as she slid the nearly empty glass across the bar.  “Almost time,” she said with a slow glance at the clock at the end of the bar.  “Tell you what, Doc…just meet me at my room when you’re finished.”  She peeled away from the bar and then stopped, turning to glance at him once more.  “You won’t have any problem finding your way there, will you?”  Violet gave him a wink and a saucy smile before slowly walking toward the stairs, her bottom swaying as her heels clicked against the floor.  She gave him something to look at as she finally left the lounge.<br/><br/>Once she entered her room, Violet closed the door behind her and let her back and shoulders rest against it.  The anxiety, the anticipation of what was coming was soaking her panties.  Easy girl, she told herself, easy…<br/><br/>With slow practiced movements, Violet stripped out of her babydoll and panties as she approached her bed.  Leaving her heels on, she eased herself onto the bed and lay onto her back, stretching her fine shapely figure along the length of the brass bed.  Various scarves, fuzzy handcuffs and lengths of rope were attached to the headboard as she let her long dark hair fall about the pillows.  As the seconds ticked by, she lightly stroked the curves of her taut stomach, the anticipation gnawing at her.<br/>