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The Present… Sunday Evening…My feet were dragging as I tiredly dragged my rolling suitcase towards my apartment building. My two day French Maid Marathon was blessedly over. My boobs were swollen from poker players feeling me up ‘for luck’ as I brought sandwiches and drinks to their table. My pussy was sore because as players lost their buy-in and dropped out of the game, they stated looking for other entertainment. I was that other entertainment.Having swollen boobs and a sore pussy wasn’t what made me struggle to pull my suitcase up the outside steps to enter my building. No, it was lack of sleep that made me have to try three times before I got my key into my door’s lock. Once inside I dragged the suitcase to my bedroom and collapsed across the bed. My shins and feet were hanging off the bed and I toed my shoes off.Muscles relaxed. I knew I should get up. I needed food. I needed a shower. I was dying for a long, hot soak in my tub. I needed the strength to accomplish all the things on my list. I was about to drift off to sleep when a loud knocking on my apartment’s door roused me. Go away, I muttered into my bed’s blanket. The knocking stopped, then began again even louder. Only one person can be this aggravating, I groused as I got off the bed. Asshole must have heard my suitcase being rolled across his ceiling. The knocking began a third time just before I threw open the door.”What…,” I began, then couldn’t finish my question as Danny grabbed me up in an enthusiastic hug. “I. Can’t. Breathe…” I managed after several seconds.”Sorry. Sorry, I’m just so glad you’re okay,” Danny said as his arms released me. Hands gripped my forearms to steady me as I stumbled backwards. “I was calling and calling all weekend. I got worried when you didn’t call back.””Of course, I’m okay. You knew I’d be gone for the weekend.”Danny’s hands still holding my arms began to shake me. “And you couldn’t stop fucking long enough to return one damned phone call!?””Stop shaking me,” I demanded, wrenching my arms out of his grasp. “And yell a little louder! I’m sure there’s at least one person on the First Floor who doesn’t think I’m a slut now,” I continued hotly, closing my door. “I didn’t return your damned phone calls because I didn’t know you were calling. All our phones were locked up in a metal box. Jesus, Danny! There was almost four million in cash there. No phone calls were allowed and no one could leave until the game was over.”Danny took a long breath and let it out. “Okay. Okay. Okay, I guess I over-reacted.”I smacked his forehead with the palm of my hand, “DUH! Ya think?”Danny held up his hands defensively, “Look, can we sit down? I have something you need to read.”I led the way and Danny sat on the couch. I sat in the chair. I was mad and didn’t want to sit next to him. “Knowing Bodrum Escort you’d be gone this weekend, I decided to do some research on getting our money…””Did you find a way,” I interrupted to ask hopefully.”No. I started by looking into the law firm your, ahh, client worked at. Do you remember a Ms. Phillips?””Sure. She was kind’a the receptionist for the firm and Tim’s secretary.”Danny handed me a folded paper. “Not anymore,” he said as I began to read what appeared to be a copier print-out of a newspaper article.”She’s missing?” The gist of the story was lacking in details. Ms. Phillips lived alone. When she didn’t show up to work for two days and wasn’t answering her phone, someone at Tim’s firm had called the police. The police had found signs of a struggle in Ms. Phillips’ apartment. She was still missing and the police, ‘suspect foul play.’Danny handed me another paper. “A partner at the firm is missing, too. His wife said he left for work, nothing out of the ordinary, he just never arrived at work. The police haven’t even found his car.””Sounds like someone is looking for the money Tim stole,” I said.”DUH! Ya think?” Danny probably would have slapped my forehead if I’d been in easy reach. “Now do you know why I was worried all the time you were out having fun?””Fun? You think staying awake for almost fifty hours now… Being felt up ‘for luck’ while giving lap dances was fun? Jesus, Danny,” I shouted, mad as hell now. “You’ll never understand that what I do is just as much a job as what you do and…”I would have gone on in my rant except Danny was suddenly on his feet, pulling me up into another tight hug and kissing me. It was like something from a bad 1950s film noir movie. It didn’t help that, just like the girl in that bad 1950s movie, after a few seconds I was returning the kiss with enthusiasm. When Danny broke our kiss, his arms remained around me. I sighed and rested my head on his shoulder.”Did we just make up,” Danny asked.”I think so,” I whispered. “But I’m so tired I might still have some mad in me I just don’t have the energy to let out.” I sighed again and leaned into Danny more. “I’m dead tired and my period is gonna start soon. Raincheck on the make-up sex?””Okay.” Danny’s arms tightened and then I heard him sniff. “Have you been smoking?””Just lighting cigars while trying not to inhale. Though there was so much second-hand smoke in the room I may as well have. I was trying to muster the energy to shower and wash my hair when you started pounding on my door.”Given a task he could help me do, Danny led me to my bathroom. He ran the water to get it the right temperature while I undressed. When I said I needed food more than a shower, Danny shoved me under the spray with the promise to find me food. A few minutes later Bodrum Escort Bayan he was staring at me through the foggy glass of the stall. “Olivia! You have no food! How can anyone have no food? You only have three bottles of beer, a jar of mayonnaise and a carton of milk that smells sour in your refrigerator. That and boxes of Pop Tarts in your cabinet are all you have! What the hell do you eat?”Damn! No milk for my coffee in the morning… “I get a lot of takeout from the Chinese place down the street,” I replied in defense of my diet. “And my mom always has leftovers I can steal.”Danny shook his head and left muttering he’d order a pizza. “Extra onions,” I called out and added, “And ask if the delivery guy can bring some milk, too.” I liked onions but I was usually careful about onion breath. But only Danny was here tonight and he didn’t count. The pizza arrived as I was filling my tub with hot water for a soak. When I invited Danny to join me for a bubble bath, he readily agreed that the pizza could wait.Soon I was lounging in my oversized tub between Danny’s legs. Reclining back on his chest, there was a hard cock pressed into my back. But Danny didn’t make any sexual overtures. I think I fell asleep while he massaged my shoulders. At least, I remember little before Danny was helping me stand up from the now cool water. While in the shower to rinse off the bubbles, there was still a hard cock and a few kisses but nothing beyond that.Dried off, I wore my smaller bathrobe while Danny wore my larger house robe. Sitting on the floor around my coffee table, we drank beer and ate pizza. Danny later claimed I fell asleep with pizza crust in my mouth. Maybe I did because the next thing I remember clearly was the alarm clock next to my bed…The Present… Monday Morning…I heard Danny slap my alarm off as he rolled away from me. I grumped because his warmth was gone, leaving me under suddenly cold sheets. Raising my head, I watched as he sat on the edge of the bed and stretched out back and shoulder muscles. Very nice muscles, I thought as I reached to grab his arm to pull him back under the covers.”Don’t tempt me, Olivia,” he said as he stood and easily slipped from my grasp. “I need to get ready for work.””Screw work,” I grumped. “We’re millionaires.””Not yet we are. If I start missing work my dad will find out and want to know why.””But it’s the middle of the night,” I complained while waving my hand at my still, mostly, dark bedroom.”No, it’s not,” Danny replied while pulling on his jeans. “The sun is almost all the way up.”To me? Dawn was the middle of the night! I’m not a morning person. Danny, however, was. Growing up on a working farm had given him the detestable habit of waking up bright-eyed-and-bushy-tailed at ungodly hours. Listening Escort Bodrum to Danny close my bathroom door and…, I sighed. All hope of going back to sleep was dashed. Now, I needed to pee.When Danny reappeared, Did you lower the seat?, turned and then reappeared again, I swung my legs out to put my feet on the cold floor. “Make me coffee before you leave for your apartment,” I grumped. “And turn my thermostat back up!”Danny complained that my apartment was always too warm. He’d sneak and turn the temperature down when I wasn’t watching. Danny left mumbling something about, “Turn the temp up. Make me coffee. Put the seat down. Worse than my mom!”Peeing, I saw that my inner thighs and outer lips were pinkish. My time-of-the-month had truly begun. I cleaned, inserted a tampon, and checked my bed sheets. No spots. Going to sleep while my hair was wet had my hair tangled into a rat’s nest. I tried to finger-comb some order into my hair but it was beyond help. In panties, bra, and the blouse I’d wear today, I joined Danny in the kitchen just as the last of the coffee gurgled into the pot. I grabbed a piece of pizza we hadn’t eaten last night from the box and munched while sipping coffee. Cold pizza and hot coffee. The Breakfast of Champions…Danny looked pointedly at my flat stomach and shook his head. “How? How do you stay so skinny,” he asked. “I’ve never seen you exercise and you eat like a frat boy. Nothing but junk food and snacks!””I prefer to think of myself as slender. Not skinny,” I said to set the record straight and shrugged. “It’s just something I inherited from my Dad. He’s forty and can still eat anything and not gain a pound. Drives my Mom crazy.”Danny rinsed his cup out and pulled his keys from his pocket. Waiting until I’d finished chewing a tough piece of crust, he leaned in for a short, but nice kiss. “I’ll be ready in a few minutes,” I told him. “I’ve got things to do today. Wait for me and I’ll go to your work first and boost your rep with your co-workers.”Danny agreed to wait and left for his apartment. It took me only a short time to dress. Pulling my hair into a ponytail, I joined Danny. Somehow, as I was pulling the door to his apartment closed, I forgot to lock it… Go figure.Boosting Danny’s rep with a few kisses didn’t take long. I did have something I wanted to get over early. Marla required a clean STD test every month. I scheduled my monthly visits to a clinic while on my ‘menstrual vacations’. I made the phone calls I needed to make while at the clinic. Back at my apartment building I went to Danny’s place and let myself in. Thirty minutes later the men I’d called arrived…The Present… Monday Evening…The chili I’d dumped from several cans was simmering in a large pot I’d just bought today. The cans were thrown away. It wasn’t homemade but I could honestly tell Danny it was home-cooked since I was cooking it on my stove. With a handful of chili powder tossed in it was just like homemade anyway. I liked my chili with Chili Cheese corn chips. But I had regular crackers for the unsophisticated palates.

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