Betty and Angela both gave me a sly smile. “Normally, yes, but most of my family went on a trip this year, so your mom invited me to have Thanksgivi...g with your family,” answered Betty.We all sat around the large kitchen counter drinking coffee and eating croissants. Melly, Angela, and Betty started conversing with Connie and Sue. They pretty well left me out of the conversation. The conversation wasn’t serious mind you, mostly idle chit chat. I could tell the questions geared to retrieve. "I've got some vodka." She giggled as if I wouldn't let her in without it.I opened the door and she swaggered in."Wow."I felt an instant wetness seeping into the little scrap of nylon cupping my sex as I saw her. She had on a sheer black dress over equally sheer black panties and black silk stockings. She looked gorgeous and I actually felt a weakness in my knees when I looked at her."You like?" Oh God Sammy," I croaked. "You're beautiful." No I'm not," she said shyly. "I think I'm pretty, but. Logging on to the site where I met the pimp I find a message – ‘well you are a right timewaster you are then, I went to the club, looked for you everywhere, you were not there, not good enough’ – I of course replied stating I had attended the club – described my outfit and that he had sat very close to me and even seen me in the red light window. I described his own outfit too.A reply came back later that evening. I meet so many girls and few look like their pictures I find. What a put down, no. Our time together was spent on this issue. On the final day we were together, it was the main topic of conversation. Neither of us was willing - or able - to bend. The tears were falling. I knew I was losing you. But I couldn’t possibly be what you wanted. I had to look at myself, be true to myself. I could not go against what I felt in my heart. Please, don't misunderstand. I’m not saying it is wrong for other women, it just wasn’t right for me. I thought many times, over many hours, about it..