Lana opened her eyes, finally, somewhere around 9.  She rarely slept so late, smiling to herself as she wondered if the last couple of days, particularly one passionate night, was the cause.   Reflecting on that memory with a smile, she grabbed her cell, looking for a message with details from Steve.  Nothing.  Yet.<br/><br/>Dragging her body out of bed, she walked to the bathroom, relieving herself.  Finished, she washed her hands, grabbed a ponytail holder and threw her hair up in a messy bun.  Taking advantage of being alone, she busied herself cleaning their bedroom, starting a few loads of laundry and running the vacuum.  Since it was only the two of them, their house was easy to clean, with a minimal amount of effort.<br/><br/>As it approached lunchtime, her stomach reminded her, as loudly as possible, that she skipped breakfast.  Throwing on some yoga pants and an old t-shirt, she decided to go to her favorite little coffee shop and indulge in some espresso, along with a sandwich.  Mentally picturing her closet, she also decided to treat herself to a new dress, something that would make Steve’s mouth water.  Thankfully, the mall was directly across the street, and wouldn’t be crowded at this hour.<br/><br/>While shopping, her phone pinged, indicating a voicemail.  Not even realizing she had missed a call, she saw it was only Chris.  Tucking the phone back into her purse, she decided to listen later, and promptly forgot about it.<br/><br/>Extremely satisfied with her purchases, Lana drove home.  Once inside, she ran upstairs, dumped the contents of the two tiny bags on the bed.  With a smile, she went to turn the shower on to warm up.  As it did so, she yanked the holder out of her hair, stripped and stepped into the shower.  Lavishing herself with shampoo and body wash, she took extra care in washing.  Grabbing her razor, she tended to her underarms, as well as her legs.  Glancing at her center, she decided to pay that area some attention to, shaping it into more of an airstrip than a 70s porn bush.  Satisfied, she rinsed clean and stepped out, toweling herself dry.<br/><br/>Lana wasn’t huge on makeup, but she decided to apply just a bit more than usual, accentuating her eyes and cheekbones, with just a simple stroke of pink gloss on her lips, which she would take along to reapply as needed.  Running her fingers through her hair, she kept the tousled look, letting it fall in waves around her face.  Quite satisfied with the results, she walked back to the bed, finding the new bra she purchased just for this evening.<br/><br/>Humming a song to herself, her back to the bedroom door, she put the piece of material on, hooking the back and adjusting her breasts in the cups.  The soft black lace cradled her mounds, creating a bit of friction that caused her nipples to become hard.  Finding the matching thong, humming and swaying her hips, she was just about to slide it up her legs when she heard a sound from behind her, causing her to jump and turn around.<br/><br/>She never heard Chris come home.  And promptly remembered the voicemail she never listened to.