Then he sat there, watching Lise’s car, waiting for her to return. Rod always hated stakeouts. He had little patience, a commodity absolutely necess...ry for stakeout duty. That lack made what he was doing extremely difficult. ‘That bitch!’ he thought, while anger churned inside him. ‘She’s going to pay! She’s mine! If she thinks she’s getting away from me, she better think again! If I can’t have her, nobody will!’ He grabbed another beer from the case he’d purchased during his nighttime. Without hesitation I said go for it. th corner booth I was sitting at that hides any customers waltzing in waiting to be seated by the host. it was perfect hiding area to study. she sat by me rather closely. I felt her knees knocking against mine and I pretended to ignore it. suddenly her hand slipped down to my inner thighs. hello! no brainer on this situation. so I helped myself to her inner thighs and slowly creeped up between her stockings to a wet pussy. we pretended that she was helping. It was dark but the men all seemed to notice me as they glared at me like a little piece of meat. I could feel their eyes undressing me. I felt like a filthy slut, my heart was almost bursting out of my chest from nervousness and anticipation. I was shaking and was aware of the heat and wetness between my legs and tingling of my clit and pussy. The smell of the place filled my nostrils like a mix of sex and cleaning supplies. My hubby took my hand and led me to the second door on the right.. Sherry and I were both given an ultimatum then. I chose my way, and she chose hers. This complete separation from my parents was their choice, not mine. I was never mad at them before they kicked me out of their house. I live like I do, because that's the best I can manage on what I can earn for myself. I'd live just like you do if I could afford to. I'm waiting though, and my time for living comfortably again will soon be coming. None of this has even the least bit of relevance when it comes.