What really made it bad was that Christmas was only two weeks away and every fucking store I went to was decorated for the holidays and that kept the ...hought of Belinda alive in my mind.Monday started off bad. By eight-thirty she was on the phone telling him how horny she still was, "I know you did me twice this morning baby, but it wasn't enough. Me too baby. I wish there were a motel or hotel close so we could meet for lunch. Yeah baby, I know. I won't get any work done today thinking about. John devoted a couple of hours to housework when he got home. After that, he showered and got ready to go out. As he planned on drinking, he took a cab. Puck’s Tavern, a small family-owned business famous for their Philly Cheese Steak, was a bit crowded when he walked in. Going to the bar, he grabbed a stool and ordered a Sonnet, their micro-brewed beer.He was halfway through his second Sonnet when a curvy woman with porcelain skin and a dusting of faint freckles sat beside him. She brushed her. ’ Oops. That was scary. ‘I have been thinking about the bad flat. I think I would like it if someone lived there. Someone who wouldn’t mind the floor.’ ‘Fine with me. What did you have in mind?’ ‘I don’t feel good about having an empty flat when so many homeless people are coming to Sweden. Of course I can’t solve the refugee situation by myself, but I can do a little. And that bloody racist floor will shit itself!’ My sweet Peter sure was eager to get out of his safe bubble-universe. I hoped. I have very soft and feminine features to begin with and my attention to detail was not lost on the crowd. The girls all fussed over me and most of the guys were almost afraid to talk to me because I looked so sexy. I had a great time at the party acting like a slut, getting buzzed on wine, flirting, playing pool, etc. Late in the evening when the party was winding down, this older guy told me asked me if i wanted to slip out to his truck and smoke a joint. I said "why not"? It was really good.