Recent Blog: CUM FIESTA CUMFIESTA.COM feel my sense of being in control slipping. My face is becoming flushed, dammit! Somehow, I get it out that I have to get back to work and ask you if it is okay to walk along with you to the car park. You incline your head in the direction we have to go and we set off. On the way, we exchange inconsequential pleasantries. Jeremy, your baby son, is now two and a half months. You are unsure if you will go back to work as a legal secretary at the end of your maternity leave or become a full time mother. All too soon, we reach your car. You refuse my offer to help you load the stroller, so I have no further excuse to linger. I see you watching the Beamer go past but I do not wave.
You hesitate and look expectantly in my direction. My pulse goes skippety-blip, and then I stand and make my way beside you. We walk about half a metre apart in silence for maybe two hundred metres¡K
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