Ily avait un pas que je n'avais pas envie de franchir.La seconde phase de notre journ?e shopping fut moins ?vidente. Se choisirune tenue ou un pantalo..., c'?tait aussi l'essayer devant tout le monde.Ma premi?re id?e, me trouver un jean s'av?ra assez mauvaise. Autant il?tait facile de duper les gens avec de la fausse poitrine, autant jemanquais de hanches pour tenter un pantalon trop moulant. Finalement, jeme rabattis sur un pantalon marine dans le style de celui que je portais:assez large et. " Work?" Yeah, I bought some steel toed shoes, grabbed a hard hat and a company smock and worked on the floor until the Union man caught up with me." You haven't been in the office?" No." Shit! I'm in so much trouble." Nope," I denied it."Why do you want to see Mr. Valmaat?" Simple, I want a real job." This is a real job," she said."Every piece of paper I picked up had already been passed by someone higher up ... that's not a real job." I said, "Even the mailroom clerk has a real job."So .... Still, twitching, blotches, pain and all, it was a beautiful face. The rush of love I felt for her humbled me. I was bitter, sure, but that didn't lessen my love for her. But I didn't think I liked her very much for what she had done. Not just what she had done but the way she had done it. That was what had hurt so badly.The divorce had gone through faster that I wanted and I had tried dating but it didn't work for me. I wasn't in any hurry to find a new woman with whom to start the pain all. When the driver yelled next stop Diversey, Robin was roused awake and got off the bus and headed down the street towards her apartment. Although she wasn't normally a drinker, she decided to have a glass of white wine in a cozy bar she had passed hundreds of times but had never entered. The place was fairly dark so it tool several seconds for her eyes to adjust to the low light level, but when they did, she realized that there wasn't a man in the place as she had stumbled into one of the.