First were my outfits: they wanted me to dress like a fantasy maid, so tospeak, and it showed. I wore the typical skin-tight black dress withincredibl... short skirt, ruffles and lace under it, a white lace tiara onmy head, with my legs enclosed with dark nylons and black high heels.But what struck me about that was, by the second day, I found myselfspending a lot of time with my clothing as I got dressed into it. My braand panties seemed to fascinate me; the material was so different. I can’t front, it plagued me. I mean her smile used to light the darkest of rooms and brighten my most troublesome days. But somewhere in time it faded. I blamed myself for letting things get this far. No amount of money was worth the love of my life. No matter how dim our flame was I have to fight for her, for us. (Ok bae) was her response to my voicemail that I had left about thirty minutes prior. This shit wasn’t sitting well with me. I boarded my flight to ATL from Dallas. I didn’t even. 'Are you going to disclose who did it to the people'?He looked me up and down, his brain was working overtime, 'Yes Mariel, I am', he replied with an air confidence, then sat silent and waited for me to continue, which I did, swallowing hard.'I don't want you too', I blurted out, letting my emotions get the better of me momentarily, I guess I was hoping he would take pity on me, and melt, giving into my pleas.He continued to stare at me, even colder and harder, and why shouldn't he, daddy had. It was Francisca behind her.“You are just going to help him cheat like that?”“Pretty much.”“You need to keep it in your pants, Lucy. You can’t just do everything for a guy because they’re hot.”Then a whistle blowing pierced the air and the gym went silent, with some students in the front covering their ears. “Push-ups! Let’s go!”Lucy couldn’t afford to sweat. Not since a couple days ago. She took it easy and did half push-ups, hoping the instructor wouldn’t notice her in the crowd of her.