Inside, male clothinghung alongside female. David had moved a lot of his clothing over herewhile we were together - I also had several drawers full of...his stuff -and why not? He knew that soon he wouldn't be needing it but I would. Itwas almost considerate of him. Almost.Sitting down at my dressing table I studied my reflection thoughtfullyfor a minute or so before reaching down to the bottom drawer andremoving a framed photograph and a file. I stood the photo in front ofme ran my fingers over. That door is too heavy for some of our older people, so we use this little one on the side. Come in! Come in!"I saw he was dressed in the same kind of rough work clothes we had first seen him wearing, paint-spattered jeans and a tee shirt. Didn't really look like a pastor, more like a fisherman. Or maybe a carpenter. Then I thought, what better work clothes to outfit a man of God? I grinned inside at the thought, and felt humbled to have the privilege of knowing this man.I introduced the girls. At 26 I couldn't believe he hadn't ever been married but he wasn't, so the next night was my night off so he asked me to dinner. He was such a gentleman, opening doors for me, making sure my chair was just right for me and never missed a word I said. He was so different from most the guys I met and if he had made a move. If he had I would've gone to bed with him, but he kissed me on my cheek when he dropped me off after dinner and a little dancing, hell he didn't even try for a quick feel. I. I know they're right. But I don't care. I like the kind of woman I am now. I'm having a fucking ball! Fuck them and their narrow minded double standard. They want to use me. They want to fuck me. But they have a very low opinion of me for not just letting them but for having the audacity to enjoy the hell out of it.The truck driver finally fell away from me. I wasn't even aware he had climaxed. I glanced over and saw Kathy on her knees between Mr. Driggers' legs, hard at work on his cock while.