Had been all week. Today was no different. Even though I finger fucked myself the night before, all I could think about was relieving the tension. ...Sliding my jeans on in the morning had almost made me cum right there. The way the seam rode against my wet pussy? Delectable torture.It had been a long day at work and after a tormenting commute home (the only thing I wanted to do when stuck in traffic was to unzip my pants and finger my clit until I was screaming), I finally made it in the. Robbie called the count. If everybody would shut-up I could hear her. She checked both sides, then took the hike from Alex. She faded back, cocked her arm, and Luke whipped behind her taking the ball. Robbie, instead of faking a pass or trying to pull the defense away, stood up and watched as Luke started running, right into a wall of Richland players."They can't do this!" I yelled, jumping to my feet again. Robbie and Mikee tried to pull me down."Sit down!" Mikee pleaded."They can't throw away. I bought coffee and sat at a booth in the corner. I saw him enter a few minutes later. I raised an arm to catch his attention and he smiled, got his coffee and joined me. I learned that he’d been married for thirty years, had three grown children, and worked as a warehouse office manager.We talked about sports, favorite television shows, movies, and our taste in music. When our coffees were drunk, I asked him, “If you’re going to be alone at home, would you care for some company?" It seemed to. I had to find a job!God only knows how many application forms I had filled in only to haverejection after rejection and I was beginning to think that being atranssexual woman is not the most endearing qualification to aprospective employer (I wonder why). Gina had even suggested I start myown business but I was reluctant to do this and yearned for therelative security of a paid position. So I persevered. After all I waswell educated and well qualified as an accountant. Someone would haveneed of.