public library so I’d have some place to go, and had researched how to get my GED online. At night I’d find a spot somewhere out of the traffic of the city to bed down.
For some reason I felt freer on the streets than I had at home. I wasn’t as afraid of being violated, but I knew I couldn’t do it for too long before being found out.
I got that job and studied for my GED and at the end of the summer had a nice little nest egg. I got my GED much earlier than I would have if I’d stayed in school the next two years, and just when things were starting to look up, my world came crashing down again.
My boss cornered me in the storage room for a little cop a feel one evening while his wife was on the other side of the door restocking the shelves.
I didn’t know what to do, if I made a sound she would most definitely hear me and I would lose my job for sure. But if I stayed quiet… his hand inching its way up under my skirt made up my mind for me.
I kneed him as hard as I could and ran out of there. I never looked back. Instead I ran to the little long-term motel I’d been living in, grabbed my stuff and headed to the Greyhound station.
I’d ended up here in Briarwood because it was the farthest place the bus was going. I liked the feel of the place. Small town, everybody looked out for each other and they were friendly.
The first thing I did was sign up for classes at the university and though they’d made me jump through hoops because of my lowly GED, I’d lucked out and got a counselor who saw something in me.
She’d given me an aptitude test and when I passed with flying colors had gone to bat for me, even going so far as to help me sort out financial aid. It was there that I met Dani and Gaby. That was seven years ago and in all that time my luck had been holding out pretty good, until now.
***
I opened my mouth and accepted the spoonful of broth he fed me. Tasted like Dani’s that girl can cook, so can I. Well I hadn’t always paid much mind to my skills in the kitchen. Living on my own for so long, I’d gotten into the lazy habit of TV dinners and takeout.
That’s until Dani told me about Ty’s stomach and the bottomless pit that he was as she so fondly called him. Fool that I am I had cleaned out the local library of every cookbook they had and my new pastime was watching the cooking channel.
I had lots of time on my hands then too since life had taken a turn again, but nothing I couldn’t handle. I’d had to give up my cushy condo and rearrange things in more ways than one. Even my career had taken a hit.
I liked my job at the diner, I’d taken it after the investment firm I worked for had downsized during the recession. The money was nowhere near as good, but it was easy work and it kept me from having to dip into my savings to survive.
I had other prospects but they would entail moving and I hadn’t liked that idea even before I met the hunk with the dreamy blue eyes that made me melt.
Just the thought of leaving, never seeing him again, made me sick to my stomach. I knew I had it bad and even those days and nights when I told myself to give it up, that he was just not interested, my mind would always shy away from such thoughts.
It had got so it was almost a physical pain, like a need too long unfulfilled. And being around him was getting harder and harder to bear. But like a moth to his particular flame I kept coming back for more.
It was bordering on pathetic how just the little scraps of his attention made me feel so alive. It was that that kept me going, knowing that if I felt this way with the little he gave me, then it would be beyond amazing if he ever gave me the time of day.
There was something else that kept me coming back too. That sense I got sometimes that he was very aware of me no matter how much he pretended. Plus the fact that he left me wet and wanting every time he’d turn those eyes on me with that look.
There was no use running, I was already gone I just
For some reason I felt freer on the streets than I had at home. I wasn’t as afraid of being violated, but I knew I couldn’t do it for too long before being found out.
I got that job and studied for my GED and at the end of the summer had a nice little nest egg. I got my GED much earlier than I would have if I’d stayed in school the next two years, and just when things were starting to look up, my world came crashing down again.
My boss cornered me in the storage room for a little cop a feel one evening while his wife was on the other side of the door restocking the shelves.
I didn’t know what to do, if I made a sound she would most definitely hear me and I would lose my job for sure. But if I stayed quiet… his hand inching its way up under my skirt made up my mind for me.
I kneed him as hard as I could and ran out of there. I never looked back. Instead I ran to the little long-term motel I’d been living in, grabbed my stuff and headed to the Greyhound station.
I’d ended up here in Briarwood because it was the farthest place the bus was going. I liked the feel of the place. Small town, everybody looked out for each other and they were friendly.
The first thing I did was sign up for classes at the university and though they’d made me jump through hoops because of my lowly GED, I’d lucked out and got a counselor who saw something in me.
She’d given me an aptitude test and when I passed with flying colors had gone to bat for me, even going so far as to help me sort out financial aid. It was there that I met Dani and Gaby. That was seven years ago and in all that time my luck had been holding out pretty good, until now.
***
I opened my mouth and accepted the spoonful of broth he fed me. Tasted like Dani’s that girl can cook, so can I. Well I hadn’t always paid much mind to my skills in the kitchen. Living on my own for so long, I’d gotten into the lazy habit of TV dinners and takeout.
That’s until Dani told me about Ty’s stomach and the bottomless pit that he was as she so fondly called him. Fool that I am I had cleaned out the local library of every cookbook they had and my new pastime was watching the cooking channel.
I had lots of time on my hands then too since life had taken a turn again, but nothing I couldn’t handle. I’d had to give up my cushy condo and rearrange things in more ways than one. Even my career had taken a hit.
I liked my job at the diner, I’d taken it after the investment firm I worked for had downsized during the recession. The money was nowhere near as good, but it was easy work and it kept me from having to dip into my savings to survive.
I had other prospects but they would entail moving and I hadn’t liked that idea even before I met the hunk with the dreamy blue eyes that made me melt.
Just the thought of leaving, never seeing him again, made me sick to my stomach. I knew I had it bad and even those days and nights when I told myself to give it up, that he was just not interested, my mind would always shy away from such thoughts.
It had got so it was almost a physical pain, like a need too long unfulfilled. And being around him was getting harder and harder to bear. But like a moth to his particular flame I kept coming back for more.
It was bordering on pathetic how just the little scraps of his attention made me feel so alive. It was that that kept me going, knowing that if I felt this way with the little he gave me, then it would be beyond amazing if he ever gave me the time of day.
There was something else that kept me coming back too. That sense I got sometimes that he was very aware of me no matter how much he pretended. Plus the fact that he left me wet and wanting every time he’d turn those eyes on me with that look.
There was no use running, I was already gone I just
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