Two weeks had passed, and Buttercup hadn’t seen Butch again. He had sent her text messages everyday telling her how much he missed and wanted to see her again, but after the incident with her sisters after she had stayed out all night, she didn’t think it was safe. Even though it was killing her to stay away from him.

Finally, a night came when both of her sisters would be out of the house. Bubbles had a date with Kenny Plots, the new kid in school who just moved to town a month before. Blossom had yet another date with some guy Buttercup couldn’t remember the name of.

Blossom had so many admirers, that Buttercup lost count. Many guys in school would flirt with her, but she had no interest in any of them. She only wanted Butch, the boy she wasn’t supposed to have.

The professor was out of town that weekend, so no one would be home. As soon as her sisters left for the evening, she called Butch. He answered after barely one ring.

“Buttercup, what’s up?” he asked.

“How soon can you be over here?” Buttercup asked. She was laying on her bed at the time of the call.

“And what about your sisters?”

“They’re gone for the evening, so it’s safe.” He was silent over the phone. “Don’t tell me you can’t come. I’m all alone in this cold lonely bed.”

“Are you sure?” he asked. “I don’t want to cause you any trouble.”

“No trouble,” Buttercup said. “So come on over.”

“Okay, I’ll be there in a few minutes.”

“Come through the back door. No one will see you.”

“Okay,” he said and ended the call.

Buttercup got off her bed and went to her dresser drawer. She opened the bottom drawer and pulled out a nightgown. It was a deep emerald green that only went down to three inches above her knee. It had spaghetti straps and light green lace trim around the breast area. She stripped out of her clothes and put it on. She admired herself in the mirror and thought about Butch.

“He’ll love this,” she said and ran downstairs. She went into the kitchen where she found an unopened bottle of wine and some candles in one of the utility drawers. She left a note on the kitchen table scented with her favorite perfume.