It was close to an hour after the message from D saying he was on the way. MARTA could be a bit unreliable for buses, but trains usually made the sc...edule. He shoved off the delay and sipped his beverage. Then another text came through. -Got off train. Get on bus in 3 min. -Yay! At the bus stop from me just walk down Cooper Trail. I live in Stoney Pointe Apartments. -Yeah. You ready? -Very. -Just got on bus. It be like 20 more min. -Cool. -What apt num? -Call when you get off. I’ll tell you. But Straight Arrow showed up at the smith's forge asking about a job. The smith told him that he didn't need any more help. There wasn't much that I could do, and we both knew it. Straight Arrow went over to the stables and managed to talk the old man into a job. It wasn't what Straight Arrow wanted to be doing, but it was a pretty good job, and he let him sleep in the loft. I was still in the hotel and I was spending almost everything that I made just to stay there. When I told Straight Arrow. I’m a secretary in a growing haulage company in Wales. A few months after I graduated my dad managed to get me this job. I have a thing for the idea of office sex, but what I didn’t fully realise was that I also really, really have a thing for office dress. I love the way it clings to my body, the way it looks, knowing that others turn to look and I have been slowly building my wardrobe accordingly. One day I decided to be a little naughty and go to work in some sexy lingerie; just a black lace. ”“Why?”“Well, I just go the feeling nobody wanted me there any more.”“I know how that is, I live by myself and have since I was fifteen.”“That sucks.”“I don’t know, sometimes it does, and sometimes its great.”“Yea, I guess. Oh, do you have anything?”“Yea, I’ve got some OC’s and a spoon of coke, and I might have a paper of china.”“Can I get some?” Marc asks reaching into his pocket.”“Here,” Angela says, laying her hand over Marc pocket, “It’s on the house.”“Cool.” Marc tells her, withdrawing.