Dressed like a slut on the streets, on my own, was very different than when Harry was with me. “Fuck off” said the girl as I got into the car.Mila...got into the car. He was a little more friendly and had clearly heard about this posh woman playing the street girl. “So lady” he said, with less aggression “you been working here a few times and I’m out of pocket, so how are you repay me?” he smiled. I told him that Harry had paid the girls off. “Not what they told me, let’s have a drink and talk. ” I looked at the digital number, 5 out of 1. Almost down.--“Well, I was actually going to ask you to have dinner with me.” He said moving closer again, making me step back into a corner so I had swinging room. --I laughed a little, standing up straight so I was at eye level with him to show my confidence that I was pretending to have, “No, I will be having dinner with my partner tonight and most every other night, now if you will excuse me,” I said as the door began opening, “this is very. Zaid answers the door after about a minute. "Oh hi," I say sheepishly. "You're surprised to see me? This is my house you know." "I know." I try to think of something cute or clever to say. I want to tell him I haven't stopped thinking about him since we parted last night. "Your mom's not home?" Of all the things I could have said! Brilliant... "She is not." "Mind if I wait?" "Be my guest." Zaid pushes the door open for me and without a single word more, turns to go back into the kitchen.. Bob was in the door immediately and kneeling beside her. His hand cradled her head."Millie?" He peered at her. "What's wrong? Tell me what you're feeling!" Shame," she whispered. Tears leaked from her eyes.Suddenly the earth was moving again. She realized he was lifting her, carrying her. She saw the doorway to the smaller room and he lay her on the bed ... the bed where, just last night, she had given in to temptation. Her mind warred with itself as part of it insisted she'd done nothing.
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