Marji

My palms slide over the steering wheel and my heart beats wildly, sending my circulation racing as I fight to move forward and pull my car up to Lace and Leather.

The saying nervous wreck comes to mind. That’s exactly what I am.

Last week I had no idea what I would find at Lace and Leather and yet, tonight with many ideas racing through my mind, I’m even more nervous.

I look down at my lap; the lingerie Mr. Santana sent is hidden below ...