It was Sunday morning. Buffy had spoken very little to her father the night before. He hadn't come home for lunch, and during dinner he seemed tired, sleepy. Mrs. Higgins finished cleaning up and left early to go home. Buffy's father went to his room shortly after that, and didn't come back downstairs to watch TV. Buffy went to bed early, too, and set her alarm for six o'clock.
She trembled with excitement when she dressed in her mother's things. After a generous supply of makeup had been applied to her face and the wig was put on her head and combed, the transformation was uncanny. She didn't look like her mother, of course, but she did look like an adult woman. At least, if you didn't look too close.
On schedule, she heard her father get up and dress. She knew he'd had a lot to drink the night before, and now she heard him go to the kitchen and pour another one. He was earlier than usual this morning, and she kept her ear glued to her bedroom door until the sound of the front door closing reached her. Then she sprinted down the stairs and looked out the front windows.
His green car drove away up the street, in the direction of the park.
Buffy raced out of the house as soon as the coast was clear. She took off on the double, only this time she didn't go into the main park entrance. She took a few shortcuts she knew and stationed herself on the little hill across the small meadow from the path that led down the hill. She waited.
In minutes she saw her father walk slowly down the path. He was looking around, and the park seemed to be completely empty. Buffy backtracked, skirted the meadow, and joined the path a hundred yards behind him. She figured he'd probably stop at the rock again. She was right.
She had a few minutes to practice her walk, and by the time she was in sight of him, her hips were swaying seductively under the raincoat. She'd had trouble on the high heels at first, but she managed to master them in no time at all.
Her heart felt ready to burst when she approached him. He stood, watching, cigarette dangling from the corner of his mouth. He was surprised and delighted with his good luck. The woman was small, thin, but definitely good looking. And the way she walked, well, she certainly knew what her cunt was there for.
He walked over to the path as she approached.
"Hi. Would you happen to know what time it is?"
Buffy forced her voice deeper. She looked directly into his face, and she could tell that he didn't recognize her. The makeup job included false eyelashes, and she didn't even recognize herself in the mirror,
"No, I don't have a watch," she said. His approach was so corny, she couldn't believe it. Still she was breathless with excitement. "Now get out of my way and let me pass."
When she started to move around him, he grabbed her arm, like she knew he would.
"Not so fast, lady. I haven't finished talking to you!"
She tried to pull away, the way she knew he'd expect her to do, but he held her firmly.