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Authors: Candy J Starr
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remembered.
Eric sat at the table working on his laptop while Jack Colt sprawled on the couch strumming his guitar.
I expected the place to be a mess after the party but you’d have not noticed that people had been here. Not even a stray glass lying around. No wondered I’d heard noise from the kitchen. Eric must have worked his butt off cleaning this place.
The place had an industrial charm but it was freezing cold. Didn't they have central heating? I stood in the middle of the room, shivering, about to ask for something else to put on.
" My Sabbath shirt? Get it off! Now!"
"I had nothing else to wear. My dress shrunk." I pulled at the hem of the t-shirt, trying to cover more of myself while Jack Colt’s glare burnt through my skin.
"I don't care. Take it off."
"I'm sure as hell not stripping off here."
He went back to strumming the guitar. "Well, it's not like we haven't seen it already."
I ran back up to the bedroom and threw myself on the bed. Maybe the dress would go on if I tried really hard? I pulled it over my head and wiggled myself but could not even get it over my shoulders.
"Are you okay? I bought you up some other clothes." Eric came in with a bundle in his hands. He held up a dress. A totally shabby dress – black stretch fabric, giving the image of cheap whore.
"Thanks, that'll be fine." Beggars can't be choosers and I needed to leave. I didn't even want to think why he had a slut dress just hanging around the house. No doubt from a floozy that Jack Colt had hanging around. They probably had a store of underwear and all kinds of things.
I stripped off the t-shirt and pulled on the dress. It seemed a bit baggy around the boobs and I wished I had a jacket or something to put over it. I looked for my shoes but they must’ve been downstairs, and wished I had something to tie my hair back with.
When I got downstairs again, Jack Colt had gone. Eric drew me a map showing how to get to the train station, complete with directions. He was such sweet guy. I didn't want to mention that the cheap polyester of the dress was giving me hives or that it crept up at the back but, before I left, he told me to wait a minute and grabbed me a jacket to wear so I didn't get cold.
On the way to the station, I grabbed a coffee then remembered I had to pay rent. I went to the ATM and got the last $500 from my bank account. Angie had said we had work today and that Friday was payday. It wouldn't be much but it'd be something to add to the stash. Some weeks, she'd said, you get a few full days and it makes for a decent pay cheque but sometimes it was just a few hours. Maybe an extra $50 or so.
I put the money in my purse and looked longing at the pastries in a bakery window before I got to the station.
Once I got on the train, I felt sleepy. Since it was after rush hour, the carriage was half empty and I had the seat to myself. It actually wasn't that far from Eric and Jack's place to mine, Eric had explained but, because of the way the trains worked, I needed to go right into the city and back out again. I hated public transport. I hated that smell that sunk into the seats from thousands of unwashed butts. I hated the glare of the sun coming in the windows that you couldn't escape and the noise hissing out of a hundred iPods with cheap headphones. A couple of gangly teenagers swung from the rail on the roof of the train, their pants hung down showing their knickers, and an old man gave me sleazy looks.
I fished my sunglasses out of my bag.
Before we got to the next station, I'd dozed off.
Still half asleep, I noticed a woman hovering over me. She had lanky hair hanging down in her face and the smell of sweat radiated off her in waves. She grinned at me, showing a few missing teeth.
"Oi, love, is this your stop?"
I jumped up. I hadn't even noticed the train stop in the city
"Thanks," I called to the woman as I ran off the train. Lucky she'd woken me.
I ran to the next platform and jumped on another train. It was
Eric sat at the table working on his laptop while Jack Colt sprawled on the couch strumming his guitar.
I expected the place to be a mess after the party but you’d have not noticed that people had been here. Not even a stray glass lying around. No wondered I’d heard noise from the kitchen. Eric must have worked his butt off cleaning this place.
The place had an industrial charm but it was freezing cold. Didn't they have central heating? I stood in the middle of the room, shivering, about to ask for something else to put on.
" My Sabbath shirt? Get it off! Now!"
"I had nothing else to wear. My dress shrunk." I pulled at the hem of the t-shirt, trying to cover more of myself while Jack Colt’s glare burnt through my skin.
"I don't care. Take it off."
"I'm sure as hell not stripping off here."
He went back to strumming the guitar. "Well, it's not like we haven't seen it already."
I ran back up to the bedroom and threw myself on the bed. Maybe the dress would go on if I tried really hard? I pulled it over my head and wiggled myself but could not even get it over my shoulders.
"Are you okay? I bought you up some other clothes." Eric came in with a bundle in his hands. He held up a dress. A totally shabby dress – black stretch fabric, giving the image of cheap whore.
"Thanks, that'll be fine." Beggars can't be choosers and I needed to leave. I didn't even want to think why he had a slut dress just hanging around the house. No doubt from a floozy that Jack Colt had hanging around. They probably had a store of underwear and all kinds of things.
I stripped off the t-shirt and pulled on the dress. It seemed a bit baggy around the boobs and I wished I had a jacket or something to put over it. I looked for my shoes but they must’ve been downstairs, and wished I had something to tie my hair back with.
When I got downstairs again, Jack Colt had gone. Eric drew me a map showing how to get to the train station, complete with directions. He was such sweet guy. I didn't want to mention that the cheap polyester of the dress was giving me hives or that it crept up at the back but, before I left, he told me to wait a minute and grabbed me a jacket to wear so I didn't get cold.
On the way to the station, I grabbed a coffee then remembered I had to pay rent. I went to the ATM and got the last $500 from my bank account. Angie had said we had work today and that Friday was payday. It wouldn't be much but it'd be something to add to the stash. Some weeks, she'd said, you get a few full days and it makes for a decent pay cheque but sometimes it was just a few hours. Maybe an extra $50 or so.
I put the money in my purse and looked longing at the pastries in a bakery window before I got to the station.
Once I got on the train, I felt sleepy. Since it was after rush hour, the carriage was half empty and I had the seat to myself. It actually wasn't that far from Eric and Jack's place to mine, Eric had explained but, because of the way the trains worked, I needed to go right into the city and back out again. I hated public transport. I hated that smell that sunk into the seats from thousands of unwashed butts. I hated the glare of the sun coming in the windows that you couldn't escape and the noise hissing out of a hundred iPods with cheap headphones. A couple of gangly teenagers swung from the rail on the roof of the train, their pants hung down showing their knickers, and an old man gave me sleazy looks.
I fished my sunglasses out of my bag.
Before we got to the next station, I'd dozed off.
Still half asleep, I noticed a woman hovering over me. She had lanky hair hanging down in her face and the smell of sweat radiated off her in waves. She grinned at me, showing a few missing teeth.
"Oi, love, is this your stop?"
I jumped up. I hadn't even noticed the train stop in the city
"Thanks," I called to the woman as I ran off the train. Lucky she'd woken me.
I ran to the next platform and jumped on another train. It was
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