He had a drink, though, and I thought that would help him pull through.Mason gave me an angry look, but I knew it’s all show with him. He’d accept...everything eventually. I looked at him sort of blankly, and said to him, “John was just showing me around the hotel.” Mason knew we’d fucked, though, and that bothered him. “I’ve been texting you for over an hour!” He was grimacing and waving his phone at me, as if that proved something. Poor guy, he needed someone to blow his little head of steam. Only a red mark on her cheek that would go away before work on Monday.Of course, her ass, legs, and the rest of her was fair game–she could hide the welts and bruises under her clothes. She might walk funny, but she could pass that off as sore from exercising or some weekend activity.One week she told me at lunch on Friday that she wouldn’t be able to get together that weekend; one of the other waitresses was out sick and she was going to pull a couple of extra shifts for some much-needed. "Eva? What are you doing?" I cried when I noticed her on the floor in the hall.Laughing, she replied, "Falling."I joined in on the giggles. It was a dumb question for me to ask I guess. I threw the contents in my hands on the floor and ran to her aid. I bent down to help her back onto her feet. In the process, her lifeless arms flung everywhere, one of her hands accidentally grazed one of my boobs. The match had been struck, because I was certainly on fire. Being this close to her with my hands. " Ohh, I can't wait," Deirdre cooed in an exaggeratedly feminine and emptyheaded lilt."That's the spirit, dear."He couldn't even kick her, the way he was riding. A biting comment diedunborn on his painted lips as the source of his present difficulties rodeup beside him."You are very lovely, Deirdre," Garret offered then grimaced at thethunderous expression that brought out in the newborn lady. "And do tryto accept compliments without glaring daggers at the unfortunate whogives them to you,.