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It detracted slightly from my sexy outfit but once I pulled the coat on I looked 'normal'! Sally-Anne stood back and looked at me with the most wicked grin I think I have ever seen. "Give us a flash," she said exactly as I normally say to her and just as she does I opened a couple of buttons and showed her my panties and stocking covered legs. "Come on then lets go before you chicken out," she said. We left the cottage with just a few spots of rain still falling and began the short walk along the beach to the pub. My heart was pounding as hard as the waves with the thought of what I was doing - I must be mad. Just then a gust of wind blew and my coat flapped open giving anyone looking a flash of stockinged leg above the cut off jeans. Luckily with the wet weather the beach was deserted. We reached the steps from the beach to the pub and Sally-Anne started to climb up them giving me a superb view of her stockinged legs, taught suspenders and PVC covered bottom. I wondered if. Nobody understands... I had a life... a girl I was going to marry. My life was just beginning... One stupid fucking violent act and everything was gone, all because my girlfriend wanted to party... and with another guy." His face flushed as his emotional dam collapsed.Voice dripping with sarcasm, he continued, "Oh believe me, I know you have your own crisis. Your fucking nail broke, bad hair day, car broke down, flat tire, an electrical bill bigger than normal so you won't be able to buy that other shade of lipstick... Then if I don't lift my leg two more inches, I'm the bad guy. Bullshit bitch, try walking in some shoes filled with real life pains. My leg and hip hurt, ok?" he hissed.With his anger vented, he despondently continued, "It's fucking painful, I have spasms all night but there isn't anyone to help. I don't even want to try any more." Flopping back on the table, in one sweeping motion, he threw his towel against the wall just before his arm dropped to cover his.
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