I have two and half days to get my shit together and to work out how I am going to be without seeing him apart from those rear occasions he comes for ...eetings. I felt rather disconnected to it all. By the time I had got back to my desk, William had left for his meeting. I had written a short note thanking him for everything and pushing me into this opportunity, then rushed to my car before I saw anyone. The drive home was uneventful; I hadn’t mentioned in my note how hurt and confused I was. I lived in a cheap studio apartment a couple blocks away from where I worked. It was located in the bad part of town directly in the middle of the red light district. Drug addicts, drug dealers, and prostitutes lined my street each and every night. It was not safe walking these streets. The only time I go out and walk around my neighborhood was to and from work because I didn't own a car.It is Friday and I am working the day shift. Today was no different than any other day at the shop. Slow... I got comfortable as well and we chatted like old friends. After finishing, I asked her if she needed help with the shopping bags (we stayed in the same locality within a km. “Yes please, if you don’t mind walking and dropping them off home.” I was a little apprehensive at the thought of visiting her home and she read my mind and responded,“Don’t worry, mom & dad out of town and it’s just me.” I breathed a sigh of relief as we walked homewards. I subconsciously began to check her out. As she. The first slap stopped the noise, the second intensified the snivelling. Tears appeared from under the blindfold, along with a little string of snot. I let her bawl for a few minutes before bringing her back to the matter at hand. Taking her hair in my fist, I gently but firmly pulled her head back and encouraged her to rest her face against my hip. Her shoulders shook for a while as she cried, but she eventually calmed.What she couldn’t see was that although she had the comforting warmth of my.