You are always late.  I am always waiting.  You want me in that sexy dress you bought.  You want me in those shoes you bought. Why are you always late.  My legs getting restless, crossing and uncrossing my legs in anticipation. The toes of my shoes slapping the floor with excitement. My shoes dangling off as i slouch back down waiting. Getting bored and getting lost playing with my giant naked boobies.  Looking at my phone, looking out the window.  My noisy shoes keeping me company.