. afraid of me, disdainful of me? Why did she have to keep thinking there was something special in me? Why did she have to make me feel like I was wor...h something? It only made it harder when I realised I wasn't – when I did stupid shit like this. I kicked at an empty can on the sidewalk, sending it skittering over the pavement.I shoved my hands deep in the pockets of my hoodie, my body aching. Why couldn't I just be normal? Why couldn't I stop doing these things? These things that hurt Carly,. Stop talking about this mess. We're tired of hearing about it! That's all we've heard this week! This is New Year's Eve and this is a party ... no more talk about arms smuggling for the rest of the night ... OK?!!"Tom sat forward, took his wife's hand and kissed it gently. "Yes, dear. We're sorry. No more shoptalk for the rest of the night. Shall we dance instead?" He stood and helped Lynda to her feet.Their friends followed them onto the dance floor and were totally wrapped up in each other.. I was happy about that because I'd enjoyed the show and looked forward to a resumption.However, I was feeling somewhat disappointed when closing time drew close and she hadn't returned. When I went to lock up, I saw her hurrying towards the store and I smiled broadly in greeting as I held open the door. She swept in, I locked the door and put up the 'Closed' sign.She sat on a bench and asked to try a pair of black Christian Dior's. I got the shoes and sat on the stool. Her skirt had ridden high. She put her hands to my jeans and boxers, sliding both down my legs and tossing them aside before standing up at the foot of the bed. Once there she proceeded to put her hands to the waist band of her pants, sliding them off. She then turned around, and bent over, giving me a perfect view of her panties stretched across her perfectly shaped ass. She took hold of them and slid her panties off, revealing her perfectly shaved little pussy. Walking around the edge of the bed she bent over and took.