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white terrycloth robe that
belonged to Drake, having not grabbed any of my clothes at Drake’s
house. I paused for a minute. My walk of shame was complete.
    I got out of the car to make a quick dash to
the door when I heard the phone ring for the first time. Master. I declined the call, but within seconds, the phone
buzzed in my hand again.
    I promised myself I would never make the same
mistake twice. So I hit the silence button. I climbed the steps to
my front porch when Mrs. Pat walked up behind me.
    “Cherry, are you okay?”
    I clenched the robe tightly against my body
and turned around, hoping she would not realize what my state of
dress was.
    “Hey, out walking Mollie already?”
    I reached down to pat the growling little
brown ball of fur when it snapped at my fingers, Great, could he
sense I was a whore now too.
    “Yeah, Norman stayed over last night and I
couldn’t sleep with all that snoring he was doing.”
    Pat was almost eighty and Norman was her
sixty-year-old boy toy. I swore she had a better sex life than I
ever had. It crossed my mind to tell her about the newest man in my
life. But my days as a MILF were over. It was a once in a lifetime
event.
    “I was going to get a biscuit from Hardee’s
but forgot my wallet.” Nice save, Cherry. “Want to come in
for a cup of coffee. The kids are at their dads.”
    I unlocked the door and motioned for her to
come in but she shook her head.
    “Actually, I was planning on having coffee on
the patio. Why don’t you join me?”
    “You know I think I will. Just let me
change.”
    I stepped inside, took a deep breath, and
then raced to my bedroom, where I caught the first reflection of
myself in the mirror.
    Freshly fucked and used, that was the
nice way to describe the way I looked.
    My hair was a tangled mess, and I sunk my
teeth down into my lips as I remembered every detail of the night
before.
    Deep red marks marred the side of my neck,
shoulders, breast, and arms. I let my robe pool at my feet. A small
bite mark was visible on my left inner thigh, a rather large hickey
on the underside of my right breast. I couldn’t even remember him
biting me.
    I ran my hands along the red scratches on my
inner thighs. My nipples harden as I envisioned his unshaven face
brushing along my skin.
    Jolted out of my thoughts by the vibrating of
my cell, I pulled out whatever was on top of my dresser, changing
quickly, and chunked my phone across the room.
    When I stepped back out on my front porch,
Pat was sitting on the steps waiting for me.
    “It is such a beautiful morning, and the
perfect time to sit outside and enjoy it.”
    We started walking toward her house with
Mollie nipping at my heels. “Can I ask a personal question?” I
asked, glancing over at her.
    “Of course.” She nodded. “As old as I am I
might even have an answer.”
    She moaned as we climbed the stairs to her
porch. I noticed she was giving to her right leg. I made a mental
note to myself to check on her more often. She sat down on the
white wicker swing, and I sat in the two-person settee opposite
her.
    Her porch was my favorite on the street. It
wrapped completely around the house, and she had filled it with
homey touches; massive pots of flowers, and enough white wicker to
furnish most average size apartments.
    “You had a question, sweetheart?”
    I frowned slightly. “How long have you and
Norman been together?”
    “Oh, about twenty years. He finally met his
match with me.”
    “So your age never got in the way . . . of
you know . . . life?”
    She waved her hand dismissively. “Honey, the
biggest burden in any relationship is worrying about what someone
else thinks. If you find the person that makes you happy, the hell
with everyone else, run with it.”
    Her housekeeper bought out a pot of coffee
with some blueberry muffins and placed it on the table next to
me.
    I picked up the pot and poured us each a cup
then handed Pat hers with a muffin.
    I took a sip of coffee, pondering what