I’d decided on a black camisole with a padded bust, black garter belt with matching stockings and a pair of tap-pants with a little lace at the wais... and leg openings. Black heels of course and the nice light sheer robe. I’d at least look decent for a while; after an hour or so I’d be a mess! Since about noon I’d had a case of nerves building. It was a combination of excitement, apprehension and just plain old fear. I’d wound up by myself in this and had no idea how many guys would show-up to. I thought that since I was making a sacrifice and leaving everything I’d ever known, we would get to spend more time together. That our relationship would get stronger. It seems I was wrong. He cares more about being a coach than he does about being with me apparently. Always has. I’m too nice to tell him to choose though. So here I am. I’m tired of waiting for him to do anything to me, no matter how badly I want him to. No matter how turned on I am. I don’t think he even realizes it anymore. I. Even though she was kneeling with her feet under her you could see enough to know she was in fact a natural blonde.A few feet away, behind and to the side, six year old Rachel sat in her mother's lap. The door opened and what the young girl was waiting for became apparent. Frank Watkins walked through the door like any businessman coming home from work. He set his briefcase on the floor, hung his light jacket in the small coat closet, straightened his tie and proceeded into the living room. He. " Sure, no problem. Do you have any idea what's the matter with Tom?" He's been having some stomach problems lately. Right now he says it really hurts. I know Tom and if he chooses to go to the emergency room, he's in pain." I'll stop by and pick up the boys, hope all goes well with Tom. He really is a nice guy." It was hard for me to say the words, but it was true. He was the type of guy that seemed to have it all together. Loved by everyone, only problem I had was he had Marci.After sending.