I had to trust her and lether do this for us and tried not to think about it, which was impossible. Igot back home a little after nine and remembered ...hat she said about beingready for her when she got back.When I went to the bedroom I smiled when I saw what she had put out andrealized I had nothing to worry about tonight. She left out a cute bra andpantie set along with one of her matching red silky nightgowns. There wasalso a new pair of pantyhose that I put on as before completing the. My soon to be husband works for a fortune 500 company as a Market Research Executive and with that has to travel many weekends, leaving me alone in our apartment here in Grand Rapids, Michigan.As for me, I just turned twenty six years old, I'm five foot six inches, dirty blonde hair that I tend to tie back in a pony tail, mainly since I have to wear it tied back at work all the time, I've got 34C breasts, good muscle definition, a slim waist and toned legs. I generally eat healthy, work out. I pulled the steering wheel off and set it on the steering arm.Finally I pulled my helmet off and used my head sock to dry my welling eyes, hoping that would be enough.Mom and dad looked at me strangely, not sure what to expect.I climbed out of the car and sat in a heap on the left rear tire.“So close,” I said a little dejectedly.“So close?” mom said derisively. “What do you mean so close?” “One more and I would be up there,” I indicated with a thumb toward the front stretch celebration and. You were so brave." Thanks, but I didn't feel brave. I was scared to death." Honey, felling brave isn't the same as being brave. It's how you actedthat defined your actions."They rode to the train station in silence. George's heart swelled withpride it was the only time in his life anyone said he was brave. Hekept looking out the back window checking for pursuit.@ @ @ @The taxi pulled into the train station. The parking lot was a fury ofactivity. People were milling about in small groups,.