‘She’ll be the death of me if I stay there any longer, I’m sure of it.’ I opened the door wide to let him through and followed him into the sm...ll kitchen where I switched the kettle on. Making the coffee I watched him as he leaned against the worktops, his face so angry it made me afraid of what he was going to say. ‘I swear she’s lying, Kate. There’s no baby!’ I looked at him in surprise. ‘Why? What’s she said?’ ‘Oh, she hasn’t said anything, she doesn’t need to, I just know my wife.’ ‘But how. It started about an hour ago. I arrived for my almost monthly wax job and was eager as ever. Katy was already there, setting up her station in the back room of the salon. She look great, in her leggings and v-nect tee. She looks great in anything really. She's tall but super petite. Along with that, she has one of the cutest, tight little asses around. She has dark hair and often has it pulled back and it still comes down past her shoulders. Her light brown skin only makes her that much more. . there were times in my teenage years I strongly considered putting me – the real me – to the side and becoming what they wanted me to be.“And I’d call Granny. She and Gramps would get on the line and I’d talk to them about it. If the phone call helped – and it usually did – all well and good. But if they felt I needed a break from my folks, they’d come get me and off I’d go for a stay at their house.“This was almost always in the summer when I couldn’t escape my mother by being in school.“It. After putting our things away in the rooms we go out for food and a bit of sight seeing. Returning to the hotel for an early dinner, followed by going to bed early. Each bedroom has its own bathroom, so I’m able to linger in a nice hot bath to relax while reading.In the morning we get ready and go down to have a delicious breakfast. Then await our limo driver. He turns up with lots of time to take us to the train station, where we split up due to being in different carriages. We do meet up.