I’ve just finished my classes and am on my way back home. 5.15 pm. I didn’t have to wait too long for the bus. Surprisingly, it arrived faster tha...n I anticipated. Sitting at the end of a seat aligned along the length of the bus, I was planning about what I’m to do in the next two boring days. School days are fun. Weekends are hell. Little did I know that this weekend is not going to be like any other.The three person seat I was on had a pretty girl at the other end. She seemed to be talking. Beedle had left herunderwear draw open. Now I want to be honest since this is my effortto get into the habit of real productive writing. I went over to thedrawer and noticed just a slew of nylons. I mean she must wear themevery day. Most of my girls don't wear them, and the ones that do, Ihad never gotten them off, so I was somewhat unfamiliar. Figuringthat there was nothing wrong with tights, I mean Robin Hood worethem, I locked myself in the bathroom and tried to get them on, but Ihave to. ”“Stop! I do NOT want to hear it, I said.”“What’s wrong?”“My marriage failed and you’re asking what’s wrong? Seriously?”“It wasn’t your...”“Will you stop, please? It WAS my fault. I failed. And yes, Jessica failed. Kara and the kids are the innocent parties here. I do NOT want you trying to justify what happened in any way, shape, or form. Got it?”“Yes,” Elyse said, turning to stare out the window.I drove silently to the office and parked in my reserved spot.“I’m sorry I snapped at you,” I. Hun gav mig en tid næste formiddag. Bente er gift, men hendes mand arbejder i København og er kun hjemme i weekenderne.Jeg kom over til Bente kl. 10, og hun tog imod i døren med et smil. Hun var klædt i et par cowboybukser og en hvid skjorte. Brysterne var godt pakket inde i en BH der dog havde svært ved at holde dem indenbords. Jeg var allerede godt tændt. Vi gik ned i kælderen og Bente bad mig smide bukser og T-shirt samt strømpe. Det gjorde jeg og stod tilbage i underbukser.Min pik var.