“Someone is very impatient,” she said as she sat down on the white leather couch beside me. Our thighs were touching and I could feel the electric...ty running through me.“Are you sure you are okay with this?” she said in a serious tone. “I don’t want to force you into something that you don’t want to do.”I laughed. “I have never been so sure of something in my whole life. I am soooo excited. This whole thing seems unbelievable to me. I pinch myself expecting to wake up from an unbelievable. I wore my black stocking red mini skirt 4" black fuck me heels 38c red bra with matching thong panties and tight white blouse and shoulder length blond wig. wll they called and said they were there and to come on out so I climbed out my truck and im sure I showed my ass cheeks to the driver parked next to me because he honked his air horn. I walked up to the car where there was a young black man in the front and one in the back seat. The driver said get in back and when I climbed in the other. They’re polarizing. Some frown at me and wrinkle their nose in distaste. They’re the tight-ass ones in matronly clothes, conservative and carefully coiffed. They probably see me and think they’re going to be ravished. In their dreams!Other women smile and study me. They’re measuring and assessing - am I as rough as the jeans, shirt, and cowboy boots suggest? They inspect my clothes for signs of a poseur and, when they see that my jeans are well worn and there’s no fashion label on my shirt,. It suddenly occurred to me that although it had been ever-present in this room for twenty years, the photograph had moved from a place of pride on the mantlepiece to be almost hidden behind a group of other photographs on a corner table.Had I subconsciously been slowly pushing him out of my life? I started to wonder how much longer it would be until it was replaced altogether, hidden in a drawer somewhere, to gather dust. We both looked so happy, without even an inkling about what lay ahead.