“Fucking, prick!” I yelled and threw a pillow at him, wishing I had something much heavier to throw. The pillow missed and he laughed again.“Yo... can get yourself off,” he told me and got dressed.I sat up on the bed, too dumbfounded to say anything, brushed the condom off of me, and as Jon opened the door to leave I screamed at him and called him an asshole. I sat on the bed for a while thinking of what to do. I could do as he said and get myself off, but the moment had passed. I suspected. After dancing, flirting and being felt up on the dance floor, along with several drinks bought for me I knew I was getting a little too tipsy to drive and my lesbian friend from my neighborhood who was at the club said she would drive me home later. Realizing I didn't have to drive and could stay later and party, that's just what I did. Time flew by and around Midnight my friend was ready to leave. We said our goodbyes and as we walked to her car she mentioned that I looked pretty convincing. Bring it to my table." Lizzie turned around without a backwards glance and made her way to a table in the corner of the room. Lizzie plunked her gear down and waited for the wine. She saw the innkeeper place a pitcher on a tray along with a pewter mug and a key. He motioned to a girl on her knees scrubbing the wooden floor. She leapt up and moved as fast as she could, looking with consternation at his raised hand. The innkeeper pointed to Lizzie's table and grumbled his instructions. The girl. Imean, he was my boss; the guy who told me which people to serve and whento mop the floor. I guess he could sense my unease."Just relax, Jessie. This is just you and me here. Tell me how you'refeeling right now." I... I don't know. I just... I worry this isn't really me." I tried toget the truth out without sounding crazy. "Like, I have another lifewaiting for me that isn't waiting tables in a silly uniform." I hate when you say that..." I looked down at his hands and finallynoticed what it is.