‘Good morning,’ I said feeling the complete opposite. It wasn’t a good morning. It wasn’t a good weekend. It wasn’t a good month. It wasn’... a good year. After what happened last night I hated everything. ‘Do you want any breakfast?’ ‘I really don’t feel like eating.’ ‘Are you ready to tell me what happened last night?’ I shook my head and went to my dresser. ‘No, not really,’ I whispered, looking through my drawer for a bra and pair of panties. Normally I would have looked for something. Helpless."My instincts had tried to warn me, but I was determined to do anything to please this woman. Deborah Martins was what VBE called an "Interview Specialist" and if I didn't make it past her, I wouldn't have anywhere else to go but home. She looked innocent enough, with her girl-next-door good looks and easy smile. The horn rimmed reading glasses perched on her nose gave the woman an air of intelligence, not danger, and I'd always been a little too confident for my own good anyway.Now. She approached the door grumbling, but when she heard a conversation she went immediately silent. The door was closed but she could make out two distinct voices. Leslie carefully pressed her ear to the door. ‘…tre…ent…prog…ure…’ A distinctly female voice. ‘Nothing…can…help?’ Probably Lee’s. ‘…at this time…’ Leslie felt like such a voyeur, but also thought that this was about her. As such she wanted, no needed, to know. She could make out scarce details of the ongoing conversation however.. With Kaleigh, however, I awoke slightly before my wristwatch alarm went off at 4:40ish in the morning, feeling great and refreshed.The first thing I did when I woke up was check on two things. The first was obvious, Kaleigh was indeed in my bed, sleeping like a baby ... a very peaceful naked baby. The second really became moot after verifying the first, but I still looked at the date on my watch and it was indeed January 9th. I silently thanked God for last night’s answered prayer! I softly.