"Are you thirsty?" he asked, surprising me with the non sequitur."Ummm ... yeah," I said with a laugh. "That surprised me." Yeah, I know," he answered... "I just need a drink and wanted to share."Then he got up and went into the kitchen to get some sodas for us. I walked in there behind him, not really wanting to be too far away from him since we were finally able to be alone together. He came out of the fridge with a couple of cans of soda and opened mine then handed it to me. That little act of. .. can I make this up to you? Please ... please let me explain and make it up to you. Please forgive me."Bill finally spoke as he said, "You expect forgiveness for this? You think you can make it up to me? You have hurt me more than I could have ever imagined possible, and you expect me to just accept this? What makes you think I would even consider it?"Linda seemed to be in agony, her hands clasped tightly in front of her as if in prayer, while the tears continued to stream down her cheeks. Cum was slowly dripping down my thighs. I scooted through the lobby as quickly as possible to my room. Looking at the clock, I realized it was nearly 7:30. I had to meet Brandon in half an hour! A shower was certainly in order. I arrived at the lobby 10 minutes late. Despite the rush, I took great care with my appearance. For some reason, it seemed to matter a lot to me. Checking myself in the mirror before I left, I decided I looked gorgeous. Tight dress. Pushup bra that displayed my, um,. I initiallypulled out my black, over the knee, suede boots but reconsidered that andwent with my black four-inch heeled pumps. I was going to wear blacktights on my legs to hide my leg hair.The whole next day moved in slow motion, I tried to sleep in a little butcouldn't. I went for a long run and had a good workout. Lunch was halfa sandwich because my nerves wouldn't let me eat. By two o'clock I wasin my bubble bath to help get me in the mood. I started on my make up atthree and was.