I haven't thrown anything away. I'm here aren't I? You can always trust me to come home to you." I can't believe the attitude you are taking. You are ...ere, you came home, so it's all right?" It always has been in the past. I mean you always sulk and pout for a while — I suppose that it has to do with ego or male insecurity — but we always end up back in each others arms. You're my guy baby, you've always known that." That was different; we weren't married then." Oh come on Robert. You know very. I had my hair done in a pseudo oriental hair style in an attempt to compliment the dress and complete the look of an oriental "comfort girl".My eye make-up was also done to give me an oriental appearance. Even though I'm very petite and only 5'4'' I could neverpass for oriental but damn I sure looked hot!I pulled up in front of the house intending to park my Jaguar on the street in front but when I noticed how spacious thedriveway was I parked there instead. Charles was waiting for me in his. He couldn’t take it anymore and made his move. He got up and walked over to her and bent down to help her pick up the purse. She turned her head and saw him quickly glance from her cleavage to her face. She knew she had him hooked. She stood up and looked at him and said that she couldn’t think of a way to thank him for his kindness. She then leaned toward him and kissed him on his lips. As much as he wanted this it still caught him off guard. She further surprised him by slipping her tongue. The trap was set!5 minutes later the post van pulls up at the bottom of the road. OMFG! I’m actually gonna do this?? I unlocked the back door, opened it slightly and waited for the garden gate to open. I could see the postie through the frosted glass of the door… there was no going back now. He knocked on the door and pushed it open. There I was, dressed like a whore in front of my postman!‘’Wow’’ he said, as he moved closer for a better look. ‘’Hiya’’ I replied rather nervously. He moved in.