Top of the Blog: MR CAMELTOE got home I took a shower to wash the taste and smell of another woman from my body. I was sure Ellen would find a way to come see me tonight. Sitting in our living room, too nervous to even eat, I watched the clock while trying to compose my thoughts. The best approach would be to tell her the moment she arrived and spend the rest of the evening begging for another chance if that's what it took. Anticipating the doorbell ringing any moment now I heard the front door open and close.
