...and me and MY panties. Heehee", she added. "Do you like my panties, sweetheart? Here, look close atwhat I'm wearing today." What was I hearing and ...hat did she mean by 'somany years you only had your panties'. Maybe my son was gay. But, no, hehad her in his life now. So I guess he just had a little panty fetish foryears maybe. But why and how could she know and why is she OK with it?And why am I even listening to this? But mostly...why don't I just leavethem alone and get away from here?"Do. The lift was fitted with all round mirrors so it was impossible not to look at him. He noticed her interest and motioned towards her with a smile and gently took her hand kissed it and introduced himself as Emerson, his kiss even to her hand made her tremble and she tried to discreetly rearrange the blouse so that her breasts were not so exposed. He touched her hand again it was to reassure her that he enjoyed seeing her hard nipples and gently cupped both her breasts with his hands. Rachel. You didn't ask my opinion on what should be done, you just did it. I don't have any way to pay for your legal services and I refuse to freeload at your house. I'll lose my job if I stay here for very long but I'm not leaving without Lauren. Now your wife tells me it might be as long as a year before this gets resolved. What am I supposed to do? Can you address that for me?"The only thing that kept me from losing my temper was a little hand tugging on my leg."I want pancakes, Daddy," my daughter. A dozen thoughts, half formed plans, and images of revenge gamboled in her head. She would bring this craziness of his to a screeching conclusion. He was hers, not some gold digging whore's!Just as she was about to get up and leave—well, she'd seen enough—the whore scored. She was heading out walking arm in arm with some young stud who in any other setting would have been thought to be u******e. Hell, he still might be, thought Kendra. That might be the icing on the cake that she was.