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was going to a fifties sock hop. That wouldn’t look out of place for her at all. She didn’t even own a turtleneck sweater; they made her feel claustrophobic. Pulling on a green plaid skirt and a soft black long-sleeve shirt, she slid into a pair of thigh high stockings that she normally never wore. They had been an impulse purchase along with the garter that matched. Today felt like a good day to wear it. Glancing in the mirror above the dresser, she felt like she at least looked confident.
    She pulled open a drawer and started searching through the back of her lingerie stash. She knew there were some old Christmas scarves that she’d received as gifts. Pulling out a few, she discarded the obvious ones with trees and wreathes on them. She found a red plaid one that she’d have to make work. Tying the scrap of silk around her neck, she felt it settle over the marks on the back of her neck. She suddenly remembered how she got them.

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    R oom 10

    B ecca felt herself flipping through the air; her body limp from the crashing climax she had just experienced. She’d been holding back for so long. She was utterly devastated now that her body had felt the complete exhaustion from having every cell in her body metaphorically explode.
    She found herself on her hands and knees; her ass pulled high into the air.
    “Again?” she gasped.
    “You didn’t think I got you warmed up to just fall asleep now did you?”
    “Umm, I’m not a time keeper, but I think we’ve been at this a while.”
    “Exactly, I like to warm you up slow so we can really have some fun.”
    Becca was aware of the time. Their warm up was around an hour and a half. That was ninety minutes of her not getting her orgasm. That was twice as long as any sexual experience she had ever had before. Thirty minutes was always respectable she’d thought. Now the bar was set impossibly high.

    * * *
    W hat followed was something that Becca never thought she would even want to experience. Now the tiny taste she got made her think there was a world of possibilities that she could be willing to try.
    Shaking off that thought, she put on her standard makeup, pinned up her hair, and grabbed a granola bar to munch in the car on the way to work.
    Her trip was a lesson in focus. Hyper focus on the road, extra pause at all stop signs. Listening to the blather of morning radio. Anything to keep her mind from replaying the previous night.
    She knew she had a stack of permits to go through when she got to work as she was covering for someone else. Those alone should keep her busy for the day. If that didn’t work, there was always a lobotomy.

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    “ Y ou swore you were going to tell me how it went last night,” Alicia said, holding a mocha cup above Becca. “Nice scarf, by the way. Borrow that from your grandma?”
    “Shut it. Give me the caffeine, and nobody gets hurt,” she grumbled.
    “I’m going to forgive you, because I’m sure that’s just your hangover talking. I love you so you can have your mocha.”
    “Gee, thanks,” Becca mumbled. She took her first fortifying sip of sugar and caffeine. “Where’s the donuts?”
    Tossing a box at her, Alicia settled herself on her friend’s desk with a maple bar that was still warm. “Becca, come on, spill the beans. Did you actually spend the night with him?”
    Grabbing a glazed old-fashioned from the box, Becca couldn’t help but blush. Her cheeks turned red, and the heat crept up her neck.
    “Maybe,” she mumbled around the lid of her cup. She couldn’t help but dart her eyes away from the inquiring eyes staring at her.
    “You slut! I’m so jealous!” Alicia crowed. “I need to find myself a big burly man that can handle me. I don’t get why people think I’m so intimidating. I’m a soft, delicate flower.”
    “Yeah, sure you are. You have bigger feet than most guys I’ve met,” Becca laughed.
    “True, shoe shopping is a bitch,” Alicia agreed. “So? What happened?”
    Becca didn’t know