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. ...’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 spend a lot of time online listening to audio porn, dripping wet, wishing I wasn’t alone. Wishing I didn’t need to reach down and touch myself. Feel how swollen my clit is, feel how ready I. I was wearing my prescription shades at the time. There were too many pieces of paper on the desk.I had to tell them they were overwhelming me.Then I was doing the shakes. I’ve found that if I rock at the right speed the shakes will stop. So I have two ways of looking like an idiot. I can shake or I can rock. The trick is finding the right speed because each set of shakes is different. I also discovered how hard it is to write my name. That’s new. There’s this thing I have to do with my body. He gave Mom and Dad a neatly wrapped box, the next box he picked up had his name on it, the last box must be mine I thought. I watched as Jack leaned over to pick it up, instead of the box moving to him, however, he fell towards the box."What the heck is that, it's awful heavy?"I reached over and slid the box to me. It was heavy. I looked up at Mom and Dad, they were smiling."I thought you could use this more than underwear and socks," Dad chuckled.I ripped off the paper and opened the plain. No note. No forty bucks. “The damn bitch,” he said aloud.He showered, shaved and dressed. The aspirin was rumbling in his stomach, doing more work there than on his head. He winked at his watch on the table by the bed He sneaked another glance at it. Two-twenty. Then a hunch hit him for some odd reason. He whipped out his wallet and opened it.There was a note all right in his wallet! “IOU $l20. Thanks, darling. We have a trip to make. Please bring a small overnight bag. Be.