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maintenance. It’s a fairly easy process. I like the privacy of the condo, but the convenience of having the staff still on duty. Before they have a chance to arrive, I clean myself up in an attempt to make myself feel semi-human.
    I hear a knock on the door and I rush over to look through the peephole. I’m disappointed that it’s not who I thought it would be. The feeling of regret is weighing me down. I open the door, gesture over to the mess I’ve left , and stomp to the bathroom. I take a long, scalding hot shower. It feels so fucking good. My hand wasn’t as bad as I expected. A couple bruises, but nothing I can’t handle. When I open the bathroom door, I completely forget about the guy who was cleaning up my puke pile. I walk out completely naked, prepared to crawl immediately into bed. When my eyes focus in front of me, I realize he’s still here. Upon further investigation, he’s pretty attractive. A little overweight, but looks like a big teddy bear. I want to pinch his cheeks. My old self seems to rise from the ashes, if only for a short time.
    “Sorry about that , sugar, I didn’t realize you were still here,” I say sweetly. Making absolutely no attempt to cover myself, I instead widen my stance and place my hands on my hips. His jaw drops open and he begins to stutter.
    “I just wanted to let you know that…uhm…everything is cleaned up…If you need us to bring you medicine…or some soup from the kitchen…or anything like that…just let us know.” He gulps roughly , seeming to swallow his tongue. I grab a lock of wet hair and twist it seductively around my finger. I lick my lips.
    “There ’s only one kind of medicine that works for me, sweetheart. Are you sure that you can help?” I ask seriously. I trail my hands up my body until I reach my breasts. I flick my nipples with reckless abandon.The man sitting on the bed, staring at me with his mouth agape honestly makes no never mind to me. I just need to fuck. I walk over quickly and bend myself over the bed.
    “I know you want to. Just do it ,” I say, no more syrupy sweetness left in my now demanding voice. He wastes no time yanking his belt off and his khaki dress pants down to his knees. I glance behind me only to see that he’s wearing boxers with cartoons on them. What in the fuck?
    “Wait…how old are you?” I may be a lot of things, but a child molester isn’t one of them.
    “I’m twenty,” he responds without hesitation.
    “Well , why in the fuck are you wearing boxers with cartoons on them, then? Get out of here!” I scream. I’m so frustrated. I can’t even fuck a stranger. The boxers be damned. I normally wouldn’t give a fuck. What’s wrong with me? I’m losing myself. Or am I finding myself? I’m so fucking confused. I turn around and point at the door. I grip my hair at the roots and begin to pull with all of my might, hoping the physical pain will alleviate some of the thoughts running through my mind. The random pulls up his pants and exits with haste. He mutters to himself about wearing briefs from now on, but I pay no attention. When he leaves, I quickly jump up and lock the door behind him. I make way back to my huge bed and crawl inside it. I burrow under the covers and cry. I think having no sexual release for the past couple of days has really been messing with my head. I can’t fathom any other reasoning behind the way I feel. I refuse to.
    I see you sitting there, shaking your head and screaming to yourself. You think you know what’s really going on, but you don’t. You’re just as lost as I am.
     

     
     
     
     
     
     
     
    Chapter Seven
     
    The next couple of days pass by me in a dull blur. I don’t do anything but watch too much television and snuggle in my bed. I still haven’t heard from him and it’s sincerely pissing me off. I feel emotionally drained. I couldn’t believe myself and cursed every time I subconsciously picked up my cell phone to check for missed calls,