Once upon a time, I promised you I was worth a chance, so every chance I get. I endeavour to show you that I wasn't wrong. I’m never wrong. "Who do ...ou belong to?" You ask, and I raise my eyebrows. You repeat the question in a sharper but still patient tone and I bite my lip ever so slightly, my head tilted forward, my eyes daring you, but as adoring as ever. "You." I state, as if you needed to ask! "Good girl, then stop looking at me so bloody defiantly and open your mouth!" You say with a wry. See you tomorrow night."Business was starting to look up a bit. My first real reference was coming in. I quickly cleaned the shop and rest room one more time. It would only need a touch up tomorrow after I closed and before she arrived. I remember trying to imagine what she looked like. If the body matched her voice, she was off the charts.I was nervous and on edge most of the following day. Who had recommended her? Had Jamie referred someone already? I doubt that Shelley would have.After. Tonight, she was here alone, and she looked good. Real good. Like, super fit and I don’t think her hair had ever looked as pretty. We made eye contact and she gave me a hug.“Congrats on the play! It was so great! I’m so proud of you,” she said.We made small-talk and I learned she and her husband (Greg? I think she said his name is Greg) divorced last winter and she was in the midst of moving back home. She came to the play with her mother. We agreed to meet for drinks next weekend to catch. Nigel pushed the door open and we walked in “What’s going on here” he said. They jumped apart quickly and Nigel grabbed hold of Stephen’s hand and led him across to his bed, I sat down behind Andrew who had sat on his own bed, I ran my hands over his shoulders as Nigel and Stephen kissed.Turning Andrew around I kissed him, and he reacted with his arms around my neck, we snogged. After a couple of minutes Stephen walked over to Andrew and said “Stand-up” he did, and they snogged again. Then.