Author's Note

Pass: - "Faux Pas" Confirmed..

I actually quite like this pass. (I hope you don't mind!)

the Mask: 2

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Prologue

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Once nude, I explore the options of clothes I have before me; extracting a pair of pristine white silk panties and step right into them right and left. I pull the panties up in comfort, affording them a few tentative tugs: once, twice and thrice.

“There..” I mouth; “the day is coming to a perfect start!” I conclude.

I slip in a pair of skin-tone ear-buds into my ears, before I am switching my stereo over to the Wi-Fi mode. (These ear-buds are all but invisible, to anyone in the room; due to the skin-tone hue, just as they are blending in, into my ears in order for them to slip out of my conscious mind in the process.)

“I should have an Apple-Pie from Sweet Apple Acres, for breakfast!” I ponder, as I am walking out of my room.

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I afford the image over my bed a last glance, on my way through my room; looking at the collection of birthday cards I had collected over the years, as I continue to walk up to the door.

I lift my right hand and extend the hand up against the plaque, eagerly spreading my fingers wide in order to open the door to the living room; the door quietly slips up before me and I step out of my room, only for the door to slide shut behind me just as I had cleared the threshold.

Everything is the room is exactly where I recall it was the last night; even if my recollection of the last night may be a bit fuzzy, do to just how tired I had been at the time. (But, still!)

The dark oak-wood parquet is still retaining the sheen it has since it is fairly new. (Polished and coated with a thin layer of silicone, in order to preserve it.)

I can see the full screen, LED TV before me; just as I have the three seated cinematic sofa beside me. (I had enjoyed the smooth, glossy black surface from the day we bought it and brought it into our living room.)

On my right, I have the entire wall covered up with a bookshelf from floor to ceiling. I still recognize the decorative pieces as well as the books standing proud in the shelves as well. (Well, shouldn’t I; I had after all bought and installed most of them, myself.)

On my left; I have the door to the stair case as well as to the elevator. Two windows on the left of the door, two windows between the two doors and two windows on the right of the doors. All in all, that makes six doors in total.>

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I take the first door, entering the elevator.

The elevator eagerly takes me up to the floor above me in a short moment, before I am spilling out on the floor.

I step into a seemingly identical living room, taking a seat on the sofa.

A few minutes later, my younger sister is stepping into the room; looking at me with a curious expression on her face, her eyes large and wide. She is smiling at me, as she is entering the room; the smile stays on her face, as if she had been expecting me to sit on the sofa. (Well, why not? She is after all my sister, even when I am wearing the mask.)

“Good Morning!” she greets me.

“Good Morning!” I respond in kind.

“I take it, you slept well?” she is inquiring.

“Yes, I did, and you?” I respond.

“Yes, Sis!” she is responding.

“Good..” I respond; “then I guess: it is time for breakfast!” I conclude.

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Sugar Belle is stepping into the room, with a pretty trolley in tow.

“Good morning!” Sugar Belle exclaims, as she is reaching the table.

I watch, as Sugar Belle is placing the bowl of salad on the middle of the table; before she is placing a platter before me and my sister. The next moment, she is placing a fork and a knife beside our respective platters.

While we watch, she is offering us a pair of glasses; before she is pouring milk and juice in the glasses she had just presented us with.

"Bon Appetit..” she exclaims, as she is taking a step to the side; thus permitting us to enjoy the breakfast, while she is waiting.

“Thank you, Sugar!” we chorus, in response.

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Sugar Belle is picking the plates and bowl from the table, placing them on the trolley; before she is presenting us with a small plate and tea-cup each.

Now she is placing a plate of assorted Muffins, before us. She is pouring up tea, for us; before she is once more taking a step back, permitting us to enjoy the rest of the meal.

Blueberry, Apple, Cinnamon, Chocolate and more. So many delicious muffins on the plate. (But, we are prepared to enjoy them all; one at the time.)

“I love these Mini Muffins!” I put forth, as I take a bite from the first muffin I had selected.

Of course, they are all delicious; Sugar Belle had baked them, and we all knew she could bake. (We had not had her serve, if we had not trusted her talent.)

“Delicious..” my sister responds.

Her Muffins are to die for (if it had been required), and the Muffins are her speciality. (Since the Curse of Sameness had been lifted.)

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The meal is concluded; since the last Muffin has been consumed (and enjoyed Royally), just as the last of the tea had been enjoyed.

Sugar Belle is taking a step forwards; picking up the plates and cups, placing them on the trolley before she is stepping back. (Out of site, and out of mind.) From there, she is pushing the trolley out of the room. (Quietly!)

“We could invite a friend over?” I suggest.

“Yes, I guess we could..” she responds; “should be fun!” she concludes.

Since it is the weekend, she does not have to leave early; expecting to get up the next morning, as she would have been doing on a weekday.

“Let’s call her over, while she is still having her breakfast!” I suggest.

“Sounds like a plan!” she responds, activating the screen; preparing to make the call, in order to invite our friend.

A moment later, the screen is coming to life; the face of our friend on the screen, just as she is seeing us on her end.

“Good morning!” she responds.

“Good morning!” I exclaim.

“I was hoping you could come over..” my sister suggests, with an excited gleam in her eyes.

“Sounds delightful..” she responds; “I’ll be over, just as soon as I have finished my breakfast!” she concludes.

“Then; we will be expecting you over, shortly!” my sister puts forth.

“Yes..” she responds; “See you!” she concludes, just a moment before the call is disconnected.

“Excellent.. Excellent!” I exclaim.

“You think: she will be enjoying the mask, too?” my sister inquires.

“We do have the perfect mask, for her!” I put forth, giggling excitedly.

“The Blond mask would be perfect, for her..” she suggests; “so cute!” she concludes. (My sister loves Cute and Adorable; but then, so do I.)

“Definitely..” my sister responds.

“She will have a shock, when we pull it over her face; but it should be worth it, in any case!” I conclude.

“Definitely..” my sister responds.

With the decision made, the choice finalized; the mask is put in a prominent place, in the bookshelf. (Ready and patiently awaiting our friend’s arrival!)

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Pass: - "Faux Pas" Confirmed..

Introduction – a Friend over for the Weekend

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