" "Thanks..." I read her name-tag, "Cheryl." She nodded to me, and I returned it.I made my way through the living room, it a den of lust, roundish lov... seats places around a fireplace, with a large white fur rug in front of a roaring fire. The windows had large pink and red drapes, held back with matching rope. There was a small bureau in the back, with an assortment of liquors and wines, the glasses where in the sliding cabinet compartments I assumed. Passed the living room was a staircase,. It gave me time to think, which wasn't necessarily a good thing. I was beginning to feel like an asshole.James was obviously a nice guy. I wasn't. I strung along my girlfriend and my boyfriend until I got caught, and then ran home to Mommy and Daddy when shit hit the fan. On top of that, I'd been throwing myself a pity party when my whole ordeal was my fault in the first place.Except for the job. It wasn't my fault that I lost my job.But at least I had somewhere to run to when I needed it. I. More

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