Hehoped they wouldn't fire him at least, when he came back. Then herealized what would work, and quickly wrote a note in Johnny's ownhandwriting. Then...he headed back to Mike, and waited for him to return.Mike walked back from the restroom to find Brenda waiting for him."What's up, Brenda?" he tried to say casually."I found this note on Johnny's desk, seems he had some kind of crazyemergency. I hope he's alright, but I guess it'll be easier for me!"Johnny responded, hoping that he kept her. I got a good office and was kept busy. I would work then go to my apartment. My co-workers took to calling me the hermit.Thinking back on the past was what I did every night while at home. At work I was busy enough that I didn't dwell on the past and what Sarah had done to us. Home was another story. I didn't drink or do drugs, so the pain seemed to stay right there. No matter where I was I missed her, and hated her. I was torn up inside. Angry, hurt, and lonely.I had asked myself many times. She wanted to sneak out of bed, find the car keys and get away. But she still didn't know where she would go.She had allowed things with Reggie to go too far for too long. She was in bed sleeping with him, wearing a thong from Victoria's Secret. Their sex was becoming consensual. How could she have let this happen?Christy felt trapped. She loved Dave and didn't want to hurt him, didn't want to be taken by Reggie anymore. But strangely she no longer hated Reggie. Christy knew how beautiful she. ?I can?t think of anything else you need immediately, can you?? Iasked.He couldn?t so we made our way home where he put away all his clothesin his closet and drawers.?Do you really want me to wear women?s clothes all the time?? he askedme as we sat down for a well earned cup of tea.?Don?t you want to?? I threw back.?Well, to be honest with you I only ever did it about once a month, twoweeks at the most. I did look at the stories a little more often, butit never occurred to me to want to wear.