“This is so nice,” Allura said. “Thank you.”“Welcome,” John said, “I’m always ready to help a lovely lady and any friend of my pal Spa...ky is certainly a friend of mine.”She grinned at him and giggled, with a corresponding bark from Sparky.John saw the two of them home.Allura, still flustered by the attention of the, she thought, gorgeous man, was almost tongue tied, as they got to her apartment building.“My name is Allura,” she said quietly.“I’m John,” he said, and shook her proffered hand,. You're surely too tired out to do anything now," she said."You know I'm not. I've been thinking about you all day." True, although that won't stop my teasing. So are you ready to acknowledge that I'm yours?"Badger took a deep breath. He'd also been pondering how to relate to Lucinda long-term. He didn't want her to go. He trusted her even though that went against everything he knew of demons. However, she had already helped his life and improved his outlook. If her feelings could be trusted. The second divergence came when the biker who was supposed to 'rescue' her didn't show up. I must have argued with him for an hour, but he insisted he would not have stayed in the city that long. He was not nearly as evil a person as the MS-13 gang-banger who did finally make an appearance, and while he would have done what he wanted with her, without even asking, she wouldn't have said no.So I changed the outline, a matter of a few lines and it really tied in better with the other stories. The ladies were dead set on ‘entertaining’ their fellow workers. I did draw the line at married ones, owing to the shitstorm with Krissy’s ex. I never knew who or what was waiting on my Thursday night after getting off work. I suppose most guys would think this was some kind of heaven ... provided they didn’t have to listen to the sob stories many of these new ladies had. Fuck! I’m not a therapist. I suppose I could say MOST were happy after a night or a weekend, but I have a hard time handling.