My pussy grew so hot as I stared at the club. My thighs rubbed together. I licked my lips, my heart beating so fast. I proved what I truly was today. ...t made me feel so empty inside. I needed to feel that with something.Why not this?Clint hated me now. My shoulders shook. Despite the lust flaring through my pussy, I pressed my face into the steering wheel. The horn blared as my shoulders shook. The tears finally came. They spilled hot down my cheeks.~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Becky YatesI. A chance to find ones self. A friend of mine that stayed a short time at Safehouse, (I cannot use her name without breaking confidentiality) wrote a lovely poem for the people that happened to be there when she was, and it explains some of the feelings that I went through. And even though it did not reveal all that had happened in our lives. ….everyone there had some sort of connection with the words that she wrote. If given the chance and the fire that burns within her stays as strong and as. I knew where she worked and that as about all I knew. Our encounters had been happenstance and I hoped to see her again. “Number seventy,” the lunch counter clerk called out. I grabbed my lunch and quickly hurried to the lobby, hoping to share the elevator ride back to the 48th with my dream girl. Unfortunately, she was gone. The afternoon work grind was tough. I kept alternating between work and day dreaming. I couple of new audit assignments rolled into my In-Box, so I decided to stay late. Es schaute auf meineHose und meine Hand darin, richtete nun ihren beinahe verächtlicheBlick auf, schaute mir in die Augen und hauchte ein "Wichser"zu mir rüber. Dann wendete sie ihren Blick ab und schauteaus dem Fenster. Ich versuchte dergleichen auch, konnteaber nicht lange den Blick von ihr lassen. Dieses blaue,glänzende Top ließ mich nicht los. Das bemerkte sie wohl aus. Auf einmal griff sie wieder zuihren Füßen, beim Vorbeugen drehte sie nun aber ihren Oberkörperein wenig mehr zu mir. Dabei.