“I have been waiting four years for you to divorce her, and for us to be together. What do I have to show for our relationship? In that time I could...��ve married someone else, but instead, I’ve been waiting, and for what? Nothing!”As they pulled up to a red light, Ariel started fiddling with her seatbelt. “What are you doing?” he demanded. She didn’t answer, nor did she look at him. “What are you doing?” he asked again.“Going home,” she said. She opened the door ever so slightly and looked both. I called her the next evening, and we chatted for over two hours. The time evaporated, such was the quality of the conversation. I learned a lot about her, and she about me, in that getting-to-know-you sort of way: place of birth, how was childhood, schools attended, interests, that sort of thing.We agreed, before ringing off, to talk again the next evening, and the next, and to have a date the coming Friday evening.Without spelling it all out, we had a few good weeks dating. We brushed up. "I think for the time being you should stay here with us. We have plenty of room, and I won't have you out on the streets any more. We'll see what we can do to sort out the long term situation as and when, but for now, you can stay here. That is, if you want to"I couldn't believe that someone I barely knew was offering me a safe place to stay."Thank you," I said, my eyes tearing up again."You're welcome, Dear. Now have a biscuit. You'll feel better." Joyce said with a smile.I looked back at the. Catalina pulled on the knot to her t-shirt and bunched it up under her breasts, exposing her flat abdomen and her lower torso. She sported a lacy black pair of panties, which she quickly readjusted.“Do you like them?” Catalina asked as she teasingly readjusted her panties.“Yes,” I told her.“Can I take them off?” she asked.“Sure,” I replied.She slipped out of her panties and tossed them on to the coffee table. Oh- MY-Gawd!“I am happy that I shaved,” Catalina mused, as she rubbed her pubic region.