Waiting for my husband
Waiting for my husbandLast January my loving husband Victor invited me to fly with him to New York. It would take just a couple of days for him to get some business there and I would have the chance to visit some old friends living in the infamous Big Apple. On the third night Victor called me to apologize, because he would be back to the hotel very late, having a business dinner with some kind of troubled delay. I told him it was no problem for me. I dressed some conservative way and went down...