" Claire been talking?" She didn't need to, the noise the two of you made." Oh. Did we?" Old walls." Whoops." And old bed. I hear your place is nicer,...though." Could be. Come on. Let's get a cab."She kissed me in the cab. Just once. Warm, dry lips with enough tension for me to know how much she wanted me, and enough alcohol that the desperation was kept at bay. That was all it took to keep me spellbound. We held hands until we got to my apartment. I helped her up the steps, commenting that the. She opened the door wide, so she could see every inch of him. He stood there in a black shirt and jeans, freshly polished black shoes and navy socks. His gaze was fixed on the floor when she opened the door. What she would have given to know what he was thinking at that precise moment. But the thought was gone as he looked up and met her eyes. She could look into his eyes all day, those lovely piercing blue, innocent eyes. A smile crept up his face and she found herself staring at his inviting. Honey it was the pictures from when you took her out before and while you were in school and back on leave from the Navy. I can't believe those were the pictures Eddie got so upset over."After she told me what the uproar was about I helped her pick up her pictures and we talked for a while. Eddie came back home and he was really drunk. He asked me how it felt being married to an asshole like you. He yelled at Janice and accused her of being a disloyal bitch for not telling him she had been your. As I write, I am sitting at a desk, completely naked, apart from a pair of tights around my ankles, and the flat shoes my persecutor finds so arousing. My bare bottom is so sore I can barely stand the pressure of it against the chair.Natalie: It was my fault. I am a shoplifter, and it wasn’t the first time that I’d done it either. Not for the value of the object (it was only a pair of stockings), nor because I particularly wanted them, but for the thrill. And because I did it, I have been.