As she signed in and walked towards the bathroom to change into the extra shirt that she had brought, she was just in time to overhear a conversation ...etween Natalie and Monica, two other girls who worked in the filing room. ‘I don’t know what she feel like. Just ’cause she go up to the boss man floor every Friday evening she tink dat make her better dan we?’ Sharon frowned at the pure malice she heard in Natalie’s voice. What the hell! They couldn’t be talking about her! ‘But Natalie, she. I put the plate on the end of my bed and move to jump in the shower, cleaning myself off quick as my stomach rumbles a warning to feed it. Sitting on the end of the bed my hair wet and dripping down my back, my feet curled beneath me I devour the rest of my toast before moving to the vanity mirror to dry my hair. I lay there as fear grips me for the hundredth time since the first time I woke up in this bed. I need to think of a way to get out of here but my mind just keeps wandering, I cant. "You have got to stop staying out all night, or this relationship is doomed," I said. The prick still didn't answer me. The limp still looked the same, so I determined that aspirin was not a wonder drug after all. Deep inside I knew that it was a long road back for Mr. Cat, if he ever did make it back.I decided to have lunch in a sit down restaurant for a change. Sunday had always been just another day to me. Just as Thanksgiving had been last week, I thought. Still I was in the mood to put on. It was my turn to get undressed, so I followed her example behind the cottonwood. While I stripped she put on her two piece bathing suit. I just put on some cut-off jeans.Then we picked our way over the pebbles to the water and slowly enjoyed the relative coolness of the lake water. We played for a while like youngsters even though she was 40 and I was 45. It didn't matter. We enjoyed each other's company in all kinds of ways.While we were in the water there was a lot of touchy-feely. We both.