The Right One: A Novel. Isabella JD William

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СКАЧАТЬ flatfooted, straddled Courtney, shaking his nice ass to some imaginary music playing in his head… Worse yet, once Donny stood still in shock of my entrance, I got a better look at what he was wearing. Donny’s face turned as white as the preverbal ghost when he saw me standing there before him. He was wearing a nice purple lacey bra around his chest with matching lace panties around his lower half. His legs were covered with black fish net stockings and a garter belt. He had his hands cupped around the bra as if he had been squeezing imaginary tits. The silence that filled the room was unbearable until Donny spoke up and said, “Tammie, I can explain.” My voice found its way to the surface and stuttered out, “I… I… I have eyes… I can see what you’re doing… and with Courtney of all people!”

      I couldn’t take my eyes off the two of them as I tried to process what was really happening.

      Not only was my husband to be in bed with my best friend, he was dressed like a cheap hooker with great taste in lingerie. The only thing missing was the cash on the night stand.

      Donny jumped down while apologizing and asking me to let him explain. His begging for another chance made my head hurt so bad that I punched him square in the mouth, which in turn made my whole hand throb. How could he do this? And, what the hell was up with him wearing girls’ underwear? How could Courtney sleep with my fiancé? I thought she was my best friend!

      My head was so confused that I just finally turned around and walked out of that place horrified at the fact of my world being shattered. What I believed to be my future had turned into a cross dressing football player with identity issues. His desires with her were stronger than the intimacy that we shared together so lovingly. What would I do now? Should I swear off men? Should I have stayed and fought for what was supposedly mine? Did I really want to share my favorite panties with a guy who looked better in lingerie than I did?

      Needless to say, it took me several months to put that image away. Later on, a close friend of mine from college, Carolyn, told me that Donny became a male stripper after his college days were over. I guess his love for dressing in soft, silky underwear had a bigger hold over him than I originally thought. But from that day forward, I seemed to attract the wrong type of men every time I took on a new boyfriend…

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