I nod as I take in what Amber tells me. I know I can be like Amber. God knows I’ve done it enough in the past at weddings. The number of dirty, drunk men that hit on me was something that came with the job. I handled it then and I can handle it now.I agree to see Lori off when she leaves and she promises me she’ll give me her uniforms then.We have a few drinks when the shift is done and then I give her a ride home before heading home myself. I’ll shadow her on her shifts until she leaves because I don’t have a uniform but it gives me more of a chance to prepare for the job. Amber is gone. She left me her uniforms as promised and refused to take money for them since they were already used. I arrive home feeling disappointed and envious at the same time. I deposit the uniforms on my bed. I’ll have to get dressed in one soon for my first shift.I’m disappointed that Amber’s gone but it’s selfish

I can’t believe my luck. I had thought I wasn’t going to hear from Clark soon, if ever again but he calls me a few days after I spoke with him the first time. He sounds unbelievably cheerful.“Viola,” he finishes my name in a sing-song tone. “I have something I think you’re going to love.”I get excited just by the tone in his voice. “What is it?” I ask excitedly.“Well, there is a wedding planner who asked me to find her an assistant before we spoke. I gave her a call and told her about you. She recalls you well and is eager to give you a chance to get back in the game.” “Okay. So I would be her assistant?”“Actually no. I spoke to her about you for that job but it turns out she’s got a whole new idea that she wants to launch and she wants to ask you if you’d be interested to head up this project.”“What is the project?”

Amber is over the moon when she opens the door and sees me.“OMG! I can’t believe it’s you! I’m so glad you found a job back here! I wish I’d made it out of that town years ago! Every day here is like a breath of fresh air!”She steps back and lets me in.A handsome man is standing at the entrance to the hallway. “This is Dane,” Amber says. “He is my boyfriend.”I shake hands with Dane appraising him surreptitiously as I do so. He’s gorgeous. Tall, well-built, handsome, and he has a firm handshake. Some girls have all the luck, I think. I try to think back to when last I was with someone or got lucky. It’s been too long. It’s been so long that I decided to add ‘almost got lucky’ to the equation and I realize the last time was with Rick at the wedding that ended my business.You must have cobwebs down there, girl, I think to myself. I know I c

Amber and Dane drop me off at the apartment. They stay a short while, partially out of curiosity to see what the apartment looks like and to check that everything works.Lara must have had someone come by because the sheets are clean and the bed is newly made. The place looks spotless and still smells of detergent here and there from where the floor or cupboards have been cleaned.Groceries have been delivered and unpacked around the kitchen. I guess Lara is trying to tell me where the groceries should go, in her opinion anyway.I just can’t get over her kindness and I send her another message thanking her as tears threaten to spill from my eyes again. Even Amber and Dane remark at how kind she is. I tell them they’re just as kind for all their help.I make us all coffee and after we’re finished they leave.I take a shower and get into bed but I struggle to sleep. I wonder about the apartment and finally, take a seat on the sofa i

She is hungry. So hungry. I can taste the coffee on her breath as she kisses me again and her tongue darts out seeking entry. I don’t give it. I want to but don’t. I’m suddenly waging a war with myself. She kisses me again and again but gets no response. Finally, she stops as she drops her hand to my crotch. She grasps my erect shaft through the material of trousers and rubs it before pressing herself against me again.“What’s wrong?” she asks as she rubs herself against my shaft.“I… I’m… seeing someone,” I say. I know that as soon as I say it, I’ve done the wrong thing in so many ways. But right now I’m feeling so damn guilty. I’m in a relationship.Her movements against my manhood slow and then stop.“What?” she asks in disbelief. “You’re seeing someone?”I nod.She looks at me as disappointment crosses her