Every once in a while I could hear a scream of pleasure echoing out of the bedroom, it was quickly muffled. The line moved forward one more time. As...I stood there waiting my turn, I realized that I had too much to drink, as my bladder was telling me it was time to head to the bathroom again. Off I went only steps away from the bedroom door.When I came out of the bathroom, the end of the line was just disappearing around the corner into the bedroom. I rushed to the end and stood patiently. " Exactly," said Betsy, looking at her phone and spinning it around. "Allwe both have for your sake at the moment, since Claire Jones from thebiggest Model agency just laughed at me." Then dial some people directly, Betsy," said Veronica, getting even morefrustrated. "I worked my way up in this company and busted my ass for youfor years. You owe me at least your best effort trying." That I do," nodded Betsy, dialing her phone. "And here he comes, so I'llshut up about this until he leaves, but I. Because she'd helped me, Rose guilted me into staying with her while she did some shopping herself, she and Alina asking my opinion "as a man" on every single thing Rose tried on, as if I cared what my sister dressed like. Then they pressured me into trying on some clothes myself. I mean, yeah, maybe most of my clothes didn't really fit anymore, so I only had like a few t-shirts and pairs of jeans that I rotated around, but trying on clothes was somehow even more boring than watching someone. He was sexy, with his tanned skin and short dark hair, hard within his body from the physical work the job required, soft around his eyes, a deep brown that made you think you were seeing everything and nothing about him all at once. I would stare at his ass when he would walk in front of me to show me something, and I would hear the accented comments he made under his breath about mine when I had to do the same. Every night that week, it had been hard seeing him. I was the only employee there.