I was having trouble getting all around her shoulder area and suggested a change.“Why don’t you take your top off so I can really do a good job fo... you?” “I don’t know if that would be a good idea,” she replied seeming a little flustered.“It’ll be OK. We’re all just family here. Besides all I’ll see is your back.” “OK,” she said and sat up facing away from me. She reached down and pulled the hem of her top up and over her head. She was wearing a black lace bra, which looked really sexy from. She was sad and hurt, and the more she talked about it, she was pissed off! I told her to go back and collect herself, and I would cover for her.She came out about 20 minutes later, looking a little calmer. We worked our shift, and I tried to console her during the slow times. I liked her as a friend, and I hated seeing her upset. After work, she thanked me for covering for her and talking to her about the situation.She asked if I was in a hurry to get home, and I said no. She asked if we could. “The good news is that you’ll live,” she chuckled. “I recommend that you make an appointment with your doctor and get a complete physical. I’ll flag down a cab for you. You should go home and rest.”“Thank you, Meghan.” When her name left my lips it felt strangely familiar, as if I had said it a million times in a million different ways. “My condo is on Richmond Street, ten minutes from here. I’ll walk home.”Meghan twisted her lips and announced, “I’ll accompany you. Let me grab my purse and say. She would have asked a million questions instead of just a thousand about who the boy was that I met.“Was the person who came to the door the friend you met today out there trying to get you to buy marijuana with him?” she asked me. I couldn’t look her in the eye. In retrospect, Hayden probably WAS buying marijuana because who has to pay thirty five dollars for rent at 3 am?I gave my mom some bullshit story that I knew she didn’t believe about buying CSGO skins from my friend and then went back.