Russian Vodka
Supernova
- Joined
- Jan 19, 2009
It had been six months by now since he'd left them. Susan was still hurt by his actions, and despite the support from her parents, she knew it was time to not only move on, but begin working extra. She had a part time job already, working at a local administration office, though the pay wasn't enough to support her, the house and her young son. Just the thought of losing him was enough to push her towards that inevitabel chasm that meant sacrificing her own being to protect him. But she wasn't just there yet. The thoughts had changed in her head, she'd changed her clothing partially already. She wore tighter clothes than usually, sometimes wandering around in the small house wearing a long shirt and leggings only. Though she could tell her son wasn't aware of it, she was trying to get a reaction from him.
She wasn't that tall, only standing at 5'2, with long wavy auburn hair. The one child she had already hadn't taken much on her with birth and all, she was still slim, curvy like a woman should be. Though she was nearing the age of 35 soon, she was still looking at least five years younger as she moved about the house. Today she was wearing her work clothes, it was afternoon so she was off, waiting for her son to get home. She wore a white, buttoned up shirt, clinging to her sides, showing off her curves somewhat and a tight skirt, clinging around her thighs, along with black stockings. She was a bit anxious as she paced the living room.
She'd looked up an ad online at work. It had popped up when she had been reading an online newspaper, about an agency searching for women interested in doing some modelling or photo shoots for a magazine. But upon closer inspection, she'd realised they required partial nudity. So she wanted her son to accept that she was going to do it for his sake first. Otherwise she knew she wasn't going to be able to do anything about it.
She wasn't that tall, only standing at 5'2, with long wavy auburn hair. The one child she had already hadn't taken much on her with birth and all, she was still slim, curvy like a woman should be. Though she was nearing the age of 35 soon, she was still looking at least five years younger as she moved about the house. Today she was wearing her work clothes, it was afternoon so she was off, waiting for her son to get home. She wore a white, buttoned up shirt, clinging to her sides, showing off her curves somewhat and a tight skirt, clinging around her thighs, along with black stockings. She was a bit anxious as she paced the living room.
She'd looked up an ad online at work. It had popped up when she had been reading an online newspaper, about an agency searching for women interested in doing some modelling or photo shoots for a magazine. But upon closer inspection, she'd realised they required partial nudity. So she wanted her son to accept that she was going to do it for his sake first. Otherwise she knew she wasn't going to be able to do anything about it.