The clock slips from 11:58 to 11:59. Almost noon - but not quite. You've told me to wait until noon and I will. I have to. You wouldn't know if I peeked early, but I would. And I can't violate your directions. That is where your power settles on me. I couldn't betray it without betraying myself in a fundamental way. Obeying you is who I am. A minute finally passes. Noon. I stand and walk with purpose to the restroom. It's time to check my panties. This morning you left a note within them, face down, telling me not to check it until noon. You seem to love communicating through these byzantine channels, codes, and timely rendezvous It's a bit of a game, I suppose, but it's serious too. You're always leading me forward, and I've learned I need that. I've needed it since I met you. The note. It will give me a hint about what you intend to do to me tonight. I close the stall door, sliding my slacks and panties down together. Between my legs, nestled i...