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here Fred watched as Wesley pulled out some clothes. When he handed her the t-shirt and sweatpants, she nodded and started to get dressed. The pants were a little long, and she had to pull the string all the way out. She then slipped on the slip and smiled when she smelled his familiar scent on it. "I think I may have to keep this shirt," she said with a smile. "It smells like you."
With a sigh, Fred looked down at her bare feet. "I know you don't have any shoes that'll fit me," she said with a small laugh. "You might have to give me a piggy back ride from the front door to your car because my shoes were all wet with sewer water." She shuddered a little and watched as Wesley dressed. He was so beautiful.
When it looked like he was finished, she ran her fingers through her hair and started for the door. Once they were downstairs and at the front door, Fred moved behind him and jumped on his back. With her arms on his shoulders and her legs around his waist, she grinned. "I'm ready!"