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Chapter 1 The sun shined into Bill's eyes as he walked out of one of the homes of the cable company's many customers. Bill squinted and shaded his eyes as he walked towards the street. The 23 year old cable repairman strolled up to his van. After he placed his tools in the back of the van, Bill set out to go get lunch. Bill drove his van down the highway. As he made his way towards Islip, He sat there and tapped on his wiry leg. He grabbed the knob on the radio and turned up the sound as the classic radio station played a Black Sabbath song. His eyes fixated on the road while his left foot tapped the bass line to Iron Man. The sun made its way into the passenger's seat as his phone started to ring. Bill flipped the phone open. "Bill, are you there?" a man's voice was heard as Bill lowered the radio's volume. "Yes, I'm here, Kyle," Bill responded. "Bill, we need you to go down to 77 Tennyson Street in Bay Shore before you go on your lunch break. This woman says that her cable has been out for the last two days, and she keeps calling. I don't think we can put her off anymore. She has your next appointment, all right?" "I'm on it," Bill replied as he thought, 'Just what I need, another woman asking me to fix her TV, because she can't figure out the new remote. We really need better customer support via the telephone.' Bill turned around and drove towards Bay Shore. He drove down Main Street and turned onto Tennyson Street, and he pulled up in front of the house. As he parked the van on the curb, Bill looked up at the white, Colonial style home. He grabbed his basic tools from the back of the van, and closed the door behind him. He plodded up the stone walkway, which was situated in the middle of an expansive, well manicured lawn. He stepped onto the brick porch and knocked on the front door. The door opened, and a slender young woman in a blue dress and heels peered out at Bill. "Hello, Miss, we got a call saying that your cable service is non- operational." "Yes," the woman replied somberly as she opened the door. Bill walked inside and asked, "What is the problem?" "Hold on one second," the woman stated as she took a defrosting package of chicken cutlets off of the counter and placed it into the fridge. The woman looked back at Bill and said, "Well, when I turn the downstairs TV on, all I get is fuzz." "Ah, huh. Have you done anything to your TV lately?" "No." "All right, just show me to the set." "Of course," she replied as she led him to the television. Bill turned on the set. There was nothing but fuzz on the screen. He shifted the TV and looked at the cable wire that was no longer connected to its appropriate port. "I have found the problem, Miss. Your cable is just not plugged in." "Oh, can you fix that?" The woman asked timidly as she reached for something that was resting on the table. "Of course," he replied as he thought, 'If I keep getting stupid calls like this, I swear I'll ...' "What the...." Bill blurted out before he was sentence was cut off by a bright blue light that shot out from behind him and flashed before his eyes. Grasping his stomach, Bill fell to the floor. He moaned as a sharp burning pain scorched his insides. The pain made its way up into his throat before it plummeted into his crotch. Bill shrieked in a high pitched voice as he watched his muscular arms slowly thin. He began to gag after his mouth shrunk around his tongue. His thick neck grew thinner, longer, and more elegant. His face bunched as he stared down at his body. He gawked at the breasts that were beginning to protrude from his chest. He tried to shout, but he could only muster a muffled screech. He ran his dainty hands along his enlarging breasts, and tears formed in his eyes. Tears streamed down his cheek when his bones started to contract. He pushed his chin into his chest, and he caught a glimpse of his long slender legs. He felt his feet narrow while his hair started to slap the sides of his neck. His short, dark blonde hair was growing long and turning brown. He then felt a sudden sucking feeling between his legs. He grasped at penis and caught its tip. He felt a sharp pain as his suddenly long nails slit the tip of his penis. The penis retracted into his body and a vagina formed in its place. He looked around the room with a dazed expression as his tongue began to shrink. His lips thickened, and he started to whimper in a feminine tone. His thick eyebrows became arched and narrow. He watched his arm and leg hair grow lighter before it was ripped out of his skin. Bill's eyes started to tingle. They turned from brown to hazel and took on an almond shape. His broad nose reshaped itself. His skin turned into a creamy white color, and his clothing started to reshape itself. He tried to push his body off of the ground, but he collapsed to the beige carpeted floor while the blurring colors of the room turned to shadows as he drifted into unconsciousness. Bill's eyes opened slowly a few hours later. They fluttered as he tried to push them fully opened, but the light in the room made him squint. As he blinked and squinted, his eyes drifted down towards his body. "What the hell?" he shouted as he stared down at his body. The voice he heard confirmed his suspicions. He wanted to get up and run, but his legs seemed weakened by the shock that his body had just received. 'Calm down. Just take a few deep breaths', he thought to himself as he tried to catch his breath. He pulled himself onto the couch and sat still for a minute. Bill's eyes drifted down his body. He ran his left hand across his newly flat stomach, which was covered by a blue dress. He ran his small fingers along his soft, slender arm. He moved his right hand down his body, and he rubbed his tight, rounded ass. He bit his lip as he pushed his hand down his smooth crotch. 'Dear God, I'm a woman', he thought. He sat up on the couch and pushed his long brown hair out of his face. He turned and jumped when he realized that there was a man standing behind the couch. The man cast a stern look at him. As Bill caught his breath again, the man asked, "Can I help you with something, dear?" "Mr., you have to help me. Somebody stole my body." "Right, dear. If this is role playing, I don't get it, and I don't like it," the man said with a cringe. "No, you don't understand. I'm not a woman," Bill said franticly. "What? Of course you're a woman. You are Mrs. Phil Gretna. Have you lost your mind dear?" Phil asked angrily. "No, I'm not. I was just here to fix the cable, and then I blanked out." "Jess, I think you might need to get your head examined. Did you sniff some gas or hit your head today?" Phil asked as the irritated tone in his voice became more apparent. A sudden thought overtook Bill. 'Oh, my God, no one will ever think that I'm telling the truth. They'll just think I demented. I just have to pretend to be this girl until I can figure a way out of this.' Bill, now Jess, looked at Phil and said, "Dear, I don't need help. I'm fine. I know that I'm your wife. I was just messing with you a little, dear." Phil stared down grimly at Jess and shouted, "That's not funny, Jess, and where is my dinner?" "It's coming up. Let me just cook it for you," Jess stated as she stared up at the 6'2'' man, who, apparently, was now her husband. "Jess, you have to stay on top of these things. Look at you. You were just lying around this place all day like a bum." "I...I'm going to cook dinner now," Jess said with a tremble. "Good," Phil replied as he turned to sit on the couch. He flipped on the TV, and it blared over the monotonous sound of the air conditioner. Jess hurried into the kitchen. She took out the chicken cutlets that she had seen the woman place in the fridge that afternoon. She placed them on the counter, and she looked around the cupboards for a cookbook. She had never cooked anything before. As she made her way through one of the cabinets, she found a recipe book. She opened the book and checked the table of contents and found what she was looking for. 'Breaded Chicken Cutlets', she thought as she stared at the title of the entry. She then began to read the directions. She prepared the cutlets, fried them, and then placed them on a serving dish. After she finished cooking, she carried the platter to the dinner table. She then went back into the kitchen and pulled out two plates, forks, knives, and napkins. She carried them into the dinning room, and she placed them on the table. She then called into the living room, "Phil, dinner's ready." "Okay, dear," he replied. Jess turned away from him and strolled back into the kitchen. She poured ice-tea for the both of them after she pulled out two glasses. Phil smiled as he walked into the dinning room and watched Jess carefully walk over to the table with two glasses in her hands. Jess sat down at the table after she placed one of the glasses in front of Phil. He shot her an irritable look as she served herself. Jess froze for a second before she figured it out. "Do you want me to serve you?" Jess asked. "Yes, that would be nice," Phil declared. Jess thought, 'You're a lazy bastard', as she reached over and served him his dinner. "How do you like it, dear?" Jess asked as Phil started to eat. "It's fine." "Is something wrong with it?" "No," he responded. "Do you think I should add something to it next time?" "What the hell is with all the questions, Jess? You know that I like to eat silently!" "Oh," Jess replied meekly to Phil's shout. They finished eating without saying a word to each other. Phil smiled as he finished his meal. He looked to Jess and said, "This is tolerable." "Thanks," Jess responded timidly. Jess stood up and took hold of their plates, and she started to rinse them off. Phil watched Jess clean the plates while he sat at the table and wondered, 'What the hell has gotten into her today?' Phil stood up and walked past Jess while she placed the dishes into the dishwasher. Phil turned around and said, "I'm going to take a shower." Jess smiled as Phil turned the corner and headed up the stairs. She walked to the base of the stairs, and she listened for the sound of running water. As the sound hit her ears, she headed into the kitchen. She picked up the phone and dialed her old telephone number. She waited for someone to pick up, but the call was cut off as an awkward sound. Jess listened as the prerecorded female voice said, "I'm sorry. The number you have reached is not in service at this..." Jess didn't listen for the rest. She slammed the phone down in tears. Jess dried her tears as she headed for the couch. She sat down and turned on the television. She sat for a few minutes until Phil shouted, "Jess, get up here!" Jess ran up the stairs to see what was wrong. "Yes," Jess asked nervously as Phil stood in a towel. "What is wrong with you?" he shouted. "Huh?" "Look at this bathroom," he said. Jess looked at the mostly clean bathroom before she stared back at Phil. "Do you think this is acceptable?" he asked calmly. "I guess not." "Clean it now then, and don't wait until it gets this bad." Jess shook as she nodded her head in agreement. She stared at what she thought was a fairly clean bathroom before she was forced to step out of the doorway. Jess moved into the hallway as Phil walked towards their bedroom. Jess walked over to the closet at the end of the hallway. She pulled out a mop, toilet brush, and a hard brush. As she walked into the bathroom, she realized that she really didn't want to clean it, but verbal intimidation seemed to be dictating her actions. Jess took out the mop and filled up a bucket with soap and water, and she placed the bucket on the floor. She put the mop in the bucket and pushed the mop back and forth across the barely dirty floor. After she completed that task, she entered the bath tub and started to scrub the grout on the walls. Her arms began to sag after a couple of minutes. Jess struggled to finish scrubbing the shower walls. It was more of task than she had ever imagined. She finished, eventually, and sluggishly made her way over to the toilet. She pulled out the toilet cleaner and the toilet brush and set about scrubbing the bowl. As she finished up, she took a deep breath. She coughed a bit as she placed the mop away. She then dumped the dirty bucket water in the toilet and flushed it. She looked down at the toilet, and she pulled out the toilet brush and scrubbed it again just to make sure that it met Phil's standard of approval. With the bathroom cleaning done, she walked into the kitchen and saw that, for the most part, it was clean. Jess then checked the cupboards to see if they needed anything from the supermarket. As she stared at the almost barren cupboards, she realized that she would be doing a lot more shopping in her knew body, because she didn't want Phil to yell at her for doing nothing. At that moment, she decided to go to the supermarket. "Phil, I'm going to the supermarket. Do you need anything?" Jess asked. "I need pop tarts," he said. "Pop tarts, what are you 14?" She asked with a slight hesitation. "I like pop tarts damn it! Can't I ask for anything without needing to invoke the 5th amendment?" he asked in a slightly peeved tone. "Fine, what type?" "What do you mean what type? You've been buying them for years? Are you just trying to piss me off here?" he shouted. "Oh," Jess replied as her hand's started to shake. "I want strawberry, not blueberry, strawberry." 'What an asshole', Jess thought as she said, "Okay, hon." As Jess grabbed her keys, Phil walked over to her and smiled expectantly. Jess just looked at him before she reluctantly kicked her left leg off the ground as he leaned in to kiss her. Jess closed her eyes as she kissed Phil. She pulled away from him, and then she turned and headed out the door. She glanced back at Phil as she stepped into her car. He was standing in the doorway with a smile on his face. Jess smiled back as she threw the car in reverse. She pulled out of the driveway and hurried into the town. As she got there, she remembered, 'I'm not Jess. I'm Bill. Maybe I can find myself and get out of this.' Jess drove down the road and made a right. She drove all the way to her old home two towns over. She pulled up in front of her old apartment complex, and she went to her door on the first floor. She banged on it, but no one answered. She started to huff as her futile banging continued. Finally, the super walked out and asked, "Miss, what the hell are you doing?" "I'm trying to get this guys attention." "Miss, he does not live there anymore." "He moved?" Jess asked as her stomach dropped. "Yah, he moved in a hurry. He paid his lease in full, and then he left. He could have lived there for another 5 months, if he wanted to. He brought in this crew of people. It must have cost a pretty penny." "Did he mention why he was in such a rush?" "No, I wouldn't enquire about that. Usually when someone does something like that you stay away from them, because they're usually in trouble." "Can you tell me where he moved?" Jess hastily asked. "No, I don't even have that information. Seeing as he paid for his place, I really don't care to know either." "Oh, thanks anyway," Jess said politely before she hurried back to her car. Jess pulled back the gear stick and headed towards the town that she would now call home. She pulled into town and headed for the supermarket, which was 18 blocks from her new home. Jess walked into the market and shopped without incident. It was all pretty easy and routine. She picked up some fruit, vegetables, meat, and snacks without saying a word to anyone. Then one single guy walked up to her and said, "Hello, Ms., do you have the time? "Yes, it's about 9:45," Jess replied. "Thanks. Hey, do I know you from somewhere?" "No," Jess answered. "Well, then I'd like to. Can I get your number?" Jess stared up at him and said, "I'm sorry I'm married," as she showed him the diamond ring on her finger. "Oh, sorry, your husband is a lucky man." "Yes, he is," she responded as she went back to shopping while the dejected man turned away from her. It didn't take Jess long to wonder, 'Why did she marry him? He must have been nice at one time, or was she destitute?' As she pondered a question she could not answer, she finished shopping. She brought her goods to the register that was manned by a teenage boy. As the young man behind the counter rang up her goods, she noticed that he was trying to check her out. She watched as he glanced at her chest before his eyes fixated on her long legs. Jess paid for her groceries and went straight home. Jess pulled up and made two round trips from the car to the house as she brought in the packages while Phil blasted the TV. She went back outside and closed her trunk, and she came back into her new home. Jess stared at Phil indignantly while she put away the food and beverages that she had purchased. She took a deep breath after she finished putting the groceries away. Jess thought that her long day had finally come to end, but Phil stirred from his spot on the couch and headed into the kitchen. Jess froze as Phil placed his hands along her hips. He ran his hands down her slender thighs before he worked them up her dress. Jess wanted him stop, but she also wanted him to continue, because his touch triggered strange and pleasing reactions throughout her body. Jess's inhibitions collapsed when he stepped away from her. Jess dipped her shoulder as she walked towards him. Phil smiled while he threw his arms around her. Jess pulled her arms out from beneath his grip and thrust them around his neck. He pulled her tight as she pushed her mouth up to his waiting lips. A passing feeling of rapture overtook Jess's body as Phil's hands ran over her erect nipples. Jess started to kiss him harder. She then felt a surge of something that she had never sensed before. It felt right, but she knew that it was wrong. It went against her nature, but she still enjoyed it. He started to kiss her breasts, and he kept slowly dragging her towards the bedroom. He pulled off her dress. She threw off his shirt before she started to pull at his pants. Jess danced out of her cotton panties as they moved into their bedroom. She let them drop to the floor before he flung her upon the bed. Phil laid over Jess's body. His hard dick rested on her thigh as his fingers penetrated her. Phil wiggled his fingers inside of her as she moaned. Phil raised his other hand and start to massage her bosoms. Her hands began to tremble, which only helped to turn on Phil. He kept pushing into her while her lips ran along his neck. He pulled his fingers out her moist pussy, and he placed them between her breasts. He pushed her back to the mattress, and his dick poked at the lips of her pussy. Jess smiled oddly as Phil suddenly pulled away. Phil then rammed into her pussy with his 7 inch dick. The feeling of it slipping between the lips beneath her waist felt so much better than she had ever imagined. He pulsed into her pussy, which was dripping wet. Jess tried to get up and get on top of him, but he pushed her delicate frame to the bed. He held her arms down as he pushed in harder. Her heartbeat quickened as his glistening dick rammed into her. She smelt the masculine smell emanating from the sweat born in his pores while he drove into her. Jess didn't want it to stop. She felt him cum, and she pushed back at him and said, "More." He smiled and happily delivered. He continued to drive into her with successive thrusts. He kept slamming her, and she just cried out. He panted as he kept shoving into her, and he made Jess feel it even more. Her breath grew more labored. Her muscles started to contract. Her face bunched up as she let out a pleasured moan. He smiled and rolled off of her sore body. Jess was exhausted, but she was able to manage a smile. She loved how it felt. 'Maybe it wouldn't be so bad', she figured. She wanted to see what else Phil was up for, but he passed out before she could ask. She smiled as she looked at him, but her smile quickly faded. She jumped out of the bed and ran into the bathroom and started to vomit. Despite her feminine appearance, she still thought that she was really a man. She remembered what she once was. She was supposed to be a heterosexual man, but she just had sex with a guy. After she realized what she had just done, she cast her mouth towards the toilet again. Chapter 2 Over the next couple of weeks, Jess adapted to her new life. She adjusted to having to cook dinner every night for, and clean her home up to the standards of, a near obsessive compulsive. She gritted her teeth as Phil criticized her, but she kept trying to do better. Due to her perseverance, Jess started to meet his high expectations. Just two days after she stumbled into her new life, Jess found out that she had a sister named Rebecca. Jess began to tolerate her life, but she still longed to be a man. Even though she forced her male tendencies into remission, she refused to accept that she would never be a man again. As yet another morning broke, Jess dreamed of being a man once more. She picked a fight in a bar, and she lifted a young woman with her masculine arms. She guided the woman into her old car before she had her way with her. The alarm suddenly sounded, and Jess slowly opened her eyes. She gawked at the beautiful young body that she still inhabited. It was the same thing every morning. She couldn't believe that she was really a woman. Time just couldn't taper the shock. "You have to get up, Jess," Phil said as the alarm kept beeping as he got out of bed. "All right," Jess responded. She climbed out of bed and grabbed her robe. She threw it on before she shut off the alarm as she walked towards the stairs. She then walked into the kitchen to make breakfast. Jess pulled out two forks and napkins and set placed them on the table. Phil sat down and read the newspaper that he brought in while Jess flipped the bread. She then pulled two plates from the cupboard and placed the first finished slices on Phil's plate. She brought the plate over to the table. Phil took it from her with a smile. Jess turned around and went to the refrigerator. She grabbed two glasses before she poured two cups of orange juice. As she finished making her own set of French toast, she placed them on her plate. She turned off the stove and walked over the table with the plate in her hand. They silently ate breakfast together. After Phil finished eating, he walked back to the bathroom. Jess stood up, grabbed hold of their plates, washed them, and then placed them on the drying rack. As Jess finished doing the dishes, Phil walked out of the bathroom. He was all dressed up and ready for his day at the office. He walked over to her as she turned around to face him. He placed his hand on her hip as he leaned in and kissed her and said, "See you later, dear." "Bye, Baby," Jess replied as he walked out the door. Jess blinked her eyes before she walked back to her bedroom. She had to take a shower and get dressed, because she had to attend a bridal fitting. Her new younger sister was getting married. Rebecca also told Jess that she had selected her as her maid of honor. Jess opened up her underwear draw and pulled out a thong and a sports bra. She placed them on the bed as she walked towards the closet. She drew open her closet door with a slight tug. She reached into her closet, and pulled out a cream colored blouse, a pair of black pants, and a pair of 3 inch heels, because she didn't want to be underdressed. Jess hung the blouse from her door knob, laid the pants on the bed, and headed for the shower. She placed a shower cap over the hair that she had washed the day before. Jess drew back the glass shower door, and she stepped into the shower basin as she stared at the dark grey tiled walls that surrounded two sides of the shower. She turned the shower knob on and stood under the oncoming water. The water produced the same intense feeling on her skin that she had become accustomed to. She drew the white bar of soap up and down her legs. She lathered up her hands and washed her arms and armpits. She drew the bar across her breasts before she ran her soapy hands down to her vagina. She let the water wash the white suds from her skin, and she turned off the shower. Jess stepped out of the shower basin, and threw off her shower cap before she grabbed a towel. She patted herself dry, wrapped the towel around her body, and folded it over itself under her smooth left armpit. She walked out of the bathroom before she headed back to her bedroom once more. Jess walked through the open doorway. She dropped the towel around her feet as she grabbed the thong and placed it on. She then tugged at the black sports bra and perfectly situated it on her breasts. She walked over to the door knob. She grabbed the blouse off of the hanger before she placed it over her head. She pulled the blouse down her chest, and she dragged her hand across her breasts. She walked back to the bed. She placed her legs into her pants, and she took a deep breath as she dragged the tight pants up to her waist and zippered them. Jess then grabbed her athletic bag from the closet floor. She put a pair of black stretch pants and a white camisole into the bag. She zipped the bag closed before she placed the bag's strap on her shoulder. She walked out of the room after she grabbed her heels off of the floor. They dangled from her hands while she walked down the stairs. She walked next to the front door, and she sat on the steps as she placed them on. She adjusted the ankle strap after she slid her foot into the heel. She stood up, grabbed her purse, picked up her athletic bag, and then headed out to the car. After she placed the athletic bag into the backseat of her car, she stepped into the car. She placed her foot down on the break as she shifted the car into reverse. She pulled out, and she drove down her tree lined street. She pressed down hard one of her heeled shoes on the gas pedal as she merged onto the highway. The shoes had once felt awkward to Jess, but now they had virtually no affect on the way she drove. After a 20 minute drive, she reached the bridal store. She stepped out into the parking lot outside of the shop. She looked at the pinkish brickwork on the storefront, and she walked into it when she saw that her sister had already entered the shop. "Jess, how are you, dear?" Rebecca asked as she fluttered her green eyes. "I'm fine. How are you?" "I'm great. Can you believe that this day came already? Just three more months!" "I know the time flew by. So, how many other girls are in your party." "There are three other girls besides you. My friend's Claire and Lori, and my fianc?'s sister, Diane." "Oh, so this fitting won't take long." "I guess not. Why do you have somewhere to go?" Rebecca said with a smile as she flicked her dark brown hair out of her face. "Yes, I have a yoga class at 12." "Oh, I'll get you out of here in plenty of time." "So, what dress did you pick out for us?" Jess asked. "It's that one over there," Rebecca responded as they walked over to the dress. It was a white, tea-length, halter, brocade dress. Jess touched the golden ribbon and brooch at the waist while she ran the tips of her fingers across the light brown designs on the dress. "It's very pretty," Jess said as she turned to look at Rebecca. "I know. I just love it." "Can I help you ladies?" a willowy woman walked over and asked. "Yes, I'm here for the bridesmaid's fittings," Rebecca responded. "Oh, yes, the O'Shea party." "Yup," Rebecca responded. "Well, miss, would you like to get us started?" the woman asked. "Sure, let's get it over with," Jess responded. The seamstress took Jess into the back room. Jess stripped to her underwear, and then the seamstress ran a tape measure around Jess's body. "Okay, miss, lift up your arms, so that I can get a bust measurement." Jess did as she was told as the woman took down her measurements. "You can lower your hands a little," the seamstress said as she ran the tape measurer around Jess's hip's. She then proceeded to measure Jess's waist. She wrote down the measurements and asked Jess, "How tall are you?" "I'm about 5'2"." "Okay, miss, you're done here." "What size am I?" "We use a chart for dresses, and we're ordering a size A for you." "Is that chart really accurate?" "We can make some alterations to the dress to make it fit you better after we get it." "Thanks," Jess said as the woman walked to the corner of the room. Jess placed her pants on. She then put on her blouse and headed out to the floor room. She quickly noticed that the other three girls had arrived. "Hi, Jess," Claire said. "Hey, Jess," Lori stated. "Hey, girls," Jess replied as she kissed them both on the cheek. "Jess, this is Mike's sister Diane," Rebecca announced. "Hi, Diane." "Hi, Jess. It's nice to meet you." "Same here," Jess responded. "So, tell us, Jess, what is marriage like?" Lori asked. "Why do you want to know?" "You're the only one of us who's married, and I want to know to what it's like." "Oh, it's a never ending joy," Jess replied sarcastically. "Let me guess, you didn't have sex before marriage, and now your stuck with a guy who just doesn't have the right package," Claire said. "No, believe me, his package and my sex life are the least of my problems," Jess responded with a smile. "Jess, what's the secret to a happy marriage?" Lori asked with a grin. "You tell me," Jess responded with a smirk. "Claire, the seamstress wants to see you now," Rebecca remarked as she walked back over to where the girls were standing. Jess glanced at the clock on the wall and said, "Oh, girls, I've got to run." "All right, Jess," Lori said as she leaned in and kissed Jess's cheek. Claire and Diane followed suit as Jess said goodbye to them as well. Jess turned to Rebecca and said, "Bye, sis, I hope you get everything goes well." "Bye, Jess. You should really call more often." "I will," Jess replied as she left the shop. Jess hoped in her car and sped out onto the highway. She turned around on the highway and drove west. Jess pulled off the highway as she reached Bay Shore. She made a series of turns and drove down to Main Street. After she drove down the street, she turned down a side road. She then drove into a parking lot adjacent to the yoga studio. Jess grabbed hold of her pocketbook, mat, and her athletic bag and headed into the studio. She looked around the familiar studio. Jess walked into the locker room area after she showed her membership card to the girl at the front desk. She walked into the back room and set about the now familiar task of changing into her workout clothing in a public forum. After the switch, Jess found out that she had been signed up for 3 twice a week classes. She now spent her Monday's and Wednesday afternoons doing Pilates, her Tuesday and Friday afternoons doing aerobics, and her Thursday and Saturday afternoons were spent at her beginner's yoga class. Now, she set about the task of wrapping herself up in a towel and dropping her pants to floor. After she finished doing that, she pulled her stretch pants up her slender legs. She then dropped her towel and slipped off her blouse. She placed it into the bag before she pulled out a white camisole. She placed it over her head and reached back into the bag. After she withdrew a ponytail holder from the bag, she put her heels in the gym bag. She pulled her hair back and she wrapped the black elastic band around it. She grabbed the combination lock out of her gym bag and held it in her hand. She put the bag and her pocketbook in the locker before she placed the combination lock on the locker. She spun the lock as she started to walk towards the exercise area. She walked out into the exercise room with her blue yoga mat under her arm. Jess dropped the mat on the floor and awaited instruction. The workout started with some breathing exercises before it proceeded to standing postures. After they finished the first two postures, the instructor got to Jess's favorite. As the girls bent over to do the Half Sun Salutations, Jess stared at the ass of the woman in front of him. The woman stood up and looked to her friend, and Jess heard her mutter, "Dyke." 'If only', Jess thought as they proceeded onto the Tree Pose. As the class continued, Jess was coming to the uncomfortable conclusion that she was no longer attracted to women. She still noticed that they were pretty, but they no longer excited her. She had no idea why, and it alarmed her. However, to her general relief, Jess also realized that she was not attracted to men. She was not attracted to either sex. As she stared at the girl's ass in front of her, she wondered, 'Why isn't this doing anything for me?" The class continued on for another half hour. Jess picked up her mat when the class ended. She then strolled into the locker room and put on her street clothes as she collected her things. With the athletic bag packed, she strolled out with her pocketbook on one shoulder and the athletic bag on the other. She hoped into her car and started to drive home after she placed both bags on the passenger seat. She pulled up in front of her home. She hung the bags on both of her shoulders as she walked from the car to the front door. She turned the key in the lock and let herself inside. She walked into the kitchen and placed her pocketbook on the kitchen counter. She pulled off her shoes before she turned and walked back towards the front door. She took the athletic bag off of her shoulder and placed it on the stairs. She took leaned out of the front door as she grabbed the mail. She riffled through it as she walked in the kitchen. Phil liked to know where the mail was, so he always made Jess put the mail on the kitchen counter. As she trifled through the usual assortment of fliers and bills, she came across a weird picture of a beach. 'Who would send this?' She thought as she turned the postcard over. She read the back out loud, "Having fun. I Hope you accept your lot in life and make the best of it." Jess clutched the anonymously sent postcard, which was postmarked from Atlantic City, New Jersey. 'Oh, my God, she's never coming back', Jess thought as she finally realized that this, indeed, was her life. There was no two ways about it. She was Jessica Gretna. She was Phil's wife. Jess wiped a tear out of her right eye as she shredded the postcard before she dumped it in her garbage disposal. As she walked towards the stairs, she bit her lip and reached down for her athletic bag. She plodded up the stairs a few seconds later. She threw the bag back in her closet with an unusually violent toss. She turned to sit on the bed as she tried to calm down. She stared blankly for a few minutes. She was unaware of the world around her. That denseness was shattered after she heard a thunderous smash in the kitchen. Jess's heart started to race. She began to breathe heavily, and she thought, 'There might be a burglar here. What do I do? He could tear me to pieces in this body. I should go after him with a golf club, but I'm so weak now. He might be able to stop me in mid-motion.' Jess's pupil's widened as she pulled one of her husband's golf clubs out of his closet. She crept down the stairs. She breathed shallowly as she walked into the kitchen. Sure enough, the frying pan that she had used that morning was on the floor, but luckily no one was around. She carefully made her way throughout the whole house. She then locked the front door and caught her breath. Jess sat on the stairs while she panted. She had never felt that scared, and she never wanted to again. She tried to figure out what could have caused it to fall before she remembered that she had left it on the edge of the counter. Jess reasoned that it must have just fallen on its own. Nevertheless, the crash made her mull over another truth. It stung her terribly. She had never felt this weak. She had been scared of Phil, but not because of his strength. She was afraid of Phil's temper, because she didn't know the terms of her marriage. She didn't know if the old Jess had signed a prenuptial agreement. If she signed an unfavorable prenuptial agreement, Phil could dispose of her for another woman and leave her penniless. Now, she finally realized, 'Phil could really hurt me, if I set him off.' Jess sat on the stairs with her head between her knees. Just 15 minutes earlier, she had been as confident as she had ever been, but now the real possibility of a man overpowering her was in her mind. A plethora of what ifs ran through her head. Jess finally collected herself. She took a few deep breathes as she headed back into the kitchen. She put the pan away and proceeded thoroughly cleaned the kitchen. Jess was then set to clean the bathroom, but the phone suddenly rang. Jess reached for the phone and said, "Hello." "Hey, Jess, we're going to have a party next Friday night," Phil responded. "Oh, okay, honey," Jess responded. She knew that any attempt to say no would be thwarted by Phil's threatening voice. "All right, Jess, I'll see you later," Phil said. "Bye, dear," Jess replied as she heard Phil hang up the phone. Chapter 3 Jess spent the following week procuring everything that she would need for Phil's party. She bought plates, cups, napkins, and flatware. She made several trips to the bank, and she spent several hours shopping. She busied herself during the days that immediately preceded the party by preparing a couple of trays of food a day. She cooked a number of entrees, and she prepared a few appetizers and desserts. She juggled the new tasks with her daily jobs of cooking dinner and cleaning the house, and her workout routine. The day of the party arrived, and she made sure that everything was perfect. The trays were all ready to be heated while the sternos were placed at the forefront of one of the cabinets. As she awaited the arrival of the first guests, Jess set out the appetizers on the kitchen table. She heard a knock on the door, and she listened as Phil answered it. Phil's sister walked in with her husband Tony. "Sweetie, Ruth and Tony are here," Phil announced after he said hello to them. Ruth came up to Jess and kissed her on the cheek and said, "How are you doing, Jessica?" "Good, Ruth, how are you?" "I'm fine. How many people are you expecting?" "Phil told me that he invited 50 people." "That's not bad." "No, it's just a lot of work." "Oh, tell me about. I have done it many times before." "I know." "Who did Phil invite?" "I don't really know." "You didn't ask?" "I don't really know most of them anyway." "How is that possible? I mean you've held dozens of parties here since you guys got married." "I don't have a great memory." "Oh, I always thought you did," Ruth said as she looked at Jess oddly. "Maybe I usually do, but not recently." "Jess, if you need any help with anything, you should come to me," Ruth said with genuine concern. "Thanks," Jess replied with a smile. "Oh, don't look now, Jess, but you have got more company," Ruth said as a couple started to walk towards the house. "Will you excuse me?" Jess asked Ruth. "Of course," Ruth replied as she walked away from Jess. Jess turned towards the door. She said hello to the couple as they walked into her house. She then turned away from the door and walked back into the kitchen. As the hours past, the rest of Phil's guests showed up. To Jess's surprise, they all treated her like an old friend. They also ate from the various trays that she had meticulously set up. When dinner time came, Jess walked into the kitchen. She started to put the pre-cooked trays of food over the lit sternos as Ruth walked towards the kitchen. Ruth came in and helped her set up the rest of the trays. She also helped Jess put out the plastic tableware. They finished setting up the trays, and they served themselves after the food had heated. After Ruth and Jess finished eating, they both walked into the den. Jess and Ruth parted ways a few minutes later. Jess then proceeded to make the rounds. She walked around and smiled and laughed with the guests. Many of her guests complimented her home, while she tended to praise the outfits worn by her female guests. It was unnatural for her, but she was able to play the part of the hostess. The party went smoothly, but certain things bothered Jess. Her calf's burned from walking in heels all night. The men made her even more uncomfortable. Many of them would stare down at her legs, breasts, and her figure. The leering disturbed Jess, and she remembered, with a faint laugh, how many times she had done the same when she was a man. Now the stares from the young men were one thing, but the older men kind of disgusted Jess. Jess had conditioned herself to take the advances and leers of younger men in stride. There was nothing she could do about it, so she figured that she would have to get used to it. Jess, however, had forgotten about dirty old men. Phil's boss, Larry, a fifty year old man, was hitting on her. Jess tried to avoid his stares, but he always seemed to be near her. As she talked to Tony, the old man stared directly at her crotch before his eyes drifted up to her bust. Jess quickly broke off her conversation with Tony, and she stumbled in her heels as she tried to walk away from Larry. Jess wondered, 'When will this nightmare end?' Jess then made her way into the kitchen to the set up the dessert platters that she had prepared. After she finished setting up the dessert platters, Jess spent some time with Phil. He led her by the hand and paraded her throughout the party like a show dog. Phil planted kisses on her as they moved through their home. Phil talked to everyone of his guests while he made Jess stand silently beside him. She only talked when she was spoken to. Jess broke away from Phil and decided to have dessert. Larry walked over to Jess after she finished eating. Phil saw Larry walk up to her. Phil stood to the side, with a glass of scotch in his hand, while Larry, who was inebriated, sat down next to Jess. Phil looked at him as he took out a deck of cards. Larry looked at Jess and said, "Miss, would you like to see a magic trick?" Jess played along with her husband's boss and nodded as Larry said, "Take any card at all," as he fanned the cards out in front of her. Jess grasped a card, and he squared the deck. As he cut the deck, Larry said to her, "Remember your card and place it here." She placed it down. He squared the deck of cards again, and he told her to cut the deck. She did it, and she placed the cards at the bottom of the deck. She watched as he started to feel the cards for heat and tossed the cards face up to the side. He then stopped and said, "This is it. Turn it over." Jess flipped the card and laughed, because it was her card. Larry tried to build on this and said, "I'll show you how to do it, because you're so special." Phil wanted to hit him, but he still stood aside and watched Larry continue to talk to Jess. Larry showed Jess what he did as she placed her card in the deck. Larry look at Jess as he said, "The card above your card is a key card. You glance at it after you cut the deck. The trick is to do it with your side vision, because you don't want the person to see you looking at the key card. You then let the person cut the cards. It is highly unlikely that the person will separate the two cards. Even if they do separate the cards, the person's card is at the top of the pile, which makes it look intentional if you read their reactions right." Jess nodded at Larry. Larry then continued, "After you're certain that the first card isn't their card, you stare down at the deck and start throwing the cards off to the side. You want to throw them face up. You only use your side vision to check for the key card. When you see it, you ask the person to throw the card over." Jess laughed at his trick as Larry continued to leer at her. Larry started to lean towards Jess. He wanted a kiss. Jess was disgusted, so she began to slide her chair away from him. However, Larry continued to make a move on her, but Phil, finally, had enough. He reached over and dragged Jess away from Larry. As she walked away, Jess felt Larry's hand grabbing for her ass. Phil was livid, and Jess shouted, "Phil, do something about him!" Phil stared back at her and said, "He's my boss. I can't do anything," before he walked away and took a swig of his scotch. The party continued for several hours. Most of the food that Jess had prepared was eaten. Ruth and Jess talked for a bit while the rest of the men and women conversed with each other. Phil, meanwhile, continued to drink heavily and smoke cigars with his male friend's and family member's. As 1 a.m. passed, most of the partygoers began to leave. Only Jess, Phil, Ruth, and Tony remained as the clock struck 2. Tony and Phil were outside smoking the ends of their cigars while Ruth and Jess cleaned up the house. As they finished picking up most of the large garbage that was left around the house, Jess looked at Ruth and said, "Thanks for the help cleaning up. You know how those guys are." "Oh, I know. I'll rip him for it, but he serves a purpose." "What purpose is that?" Jess asked naively. "Men only serve one purpose, Jess." "However, it's useful," Jess responded. "Yes, it is." Tony walked in and asked Ruth, "Are you ready to go now?" "Sure, Baby," Ruth responded. Tony leaned in and kissed Jess as he said goodbye. Ruth followed suit, and they left for their home. Phil, in an inebriated stupor, looked at his wife as his sister pulled away. Phil locked the front door. Phil slowly walked up to Jess, who was busy washing a tray in the sink. Phil reached around Jess's waist before he yanked her away from the sink. Jess stared up at her drunken husband. Phil pressed his lips into hers while he swiped at the faucet until he shut it off. Phil grabbed Jess's hand. Phil was making Jess uncomfortable as he pulled her towards the stairs. He started to push Jess up the stairs. She felt his hand reach for her backside before he pushed her into their bedroom. Phil knocked Jess down upon the bed, and his hand brushed her mouth. Phil yanked off Jess's dress. Jess looked up at Phil's delighted eyes. Phil looked her over. He studied Jess's perfect hour glass figure and tight rounded ass. He stroked her long legs and perfect hair. Phil laid beside her, and he placed his arm around her shoulder. Jess shuddered as his fingers ran down her side. They occasionally stroked her hair and face. Phil yanked down her panties abruptly. Jess just looked up at him as he began to fondle her breasts. Jess stared up at Phil with vacant eyes as he rammed his dick into her pussy. He pushed in harder on the second thrust, and Jess cringed in discomfort as he inhaled deeply. Jess was motionless and barely made a sound while Phil proceeded to ram his dick in and out of her for three minutes. Phil suddenly pulled out. He walked to the bathroom and vomited. Jess watched with an impassive look as Phil came back to bed and went to sleep. Jess barely blinked as the night passed. As 5 a.m. passed, she opened her closet door and dresser draws, and she threw a number of her clothes and shoes into a duffle bag. She then pulled the money that she had been hording out of her dresser draw. It crinkled in her hand as she walked out of the room. She headed to her car after she picked up her pocketbook. She pulled open her car door. Not hitting the gas at all, she slowly pulled out of the driveway. She slowly drove down the street, and then she gassed it when she hit the corner. She sped to the airport, which was only 15 minutes away. She drove up to the airport. She parked the car in long term parking. She headed into the airport terminal with her pocketbook and a duffle bag. Jess walked up to the Southwest ticket counter. She bought a one way ticket on the first available plane with her credit card. She checked her luggage at the counter before she walked into the terminal center. She was cleared by security, and then she walked over to a clerk in one of the shops in the terminal and bought a croissant, a pack of gum, several pieces of candy, and a newspaper with her credit card. She walked over to a seat by the loading gate. She sat down as she looked around the terminal. She glanced at her watch and noticed that the plane was not boarding for another hour. She passed the time by staring at the glass ceiling and the tiled floor. She then got up and walked to the departures wing of the airport and sat on a chair by a window. She daydreamed about what her life would be like from then on. She fantasized about getting a job and maybe a boyfriend she could tolerate. She could start again in a place where she would not be confronted by her past. The fanciful world that she began to inhabit was shattered by an airline employee at the gate. A woman spoke into the microphone and said, "Southwest Flight 280 is now boarding." Jess hurried towards the line. A woman checked her ticket, and Jess boarded the plane. She sat down and pulled a piece of gum out of her purse. She buckled her seatbelt as she awaited the planes departure. The airplane backed out and taxied to the runway at 7 A.M. The airliner sat on the runway for 30 minute before it left the runway. As the plane leveled off, Jess's tired body slumped in the blue and gold chair, and she drifted to sleep. Chapter 4 The plane touched down in California. Jess pulled her money out of her pocketbook, and she hailed a cab. She decided to go to Oceanside, because she enjoyed the sound of the town's name. She paid the man her fare after he dropped her off in front of a Best Western. Jess went inside and booked a room, and she paid for it with cash. She walked towards her room with the key in her hand. After she let her self in, she placed the duffle bag on the floor. She sat on the bed for a minute. After taking in a few deep breathes, she picked up her pocketbook and placed the key to the room in it. She got up and opened the door. She locked the door as she walked out onto the sidewalk that ran along Mission Avenue. Jess walked up the street and turned onto Roymar Road. She looked across the street at the various restaurants and markets as she walked past Carlito's Chicken. She walked up the street seeking a help wanted sign. She crossed the street, and she looked at the diner as she passed it. She stared at the sign for a second before she entered the building. "Hello, I'm interested in the position," she said to the woman by the register. "Do you have any experience working as a waitress?" "No." "I'll give you the job, if you want it." "What? Really!" "Yes, no one ever comes here with experience, unfortunately." "That's great," Jess giggled as the woman stared at her with a raised eyebrow. "You can start as a trainee tomorrow. Is that acceptable?" "Yes, it is ma'am." "Good, we're paying you in cash, so we really don't need you to fill out any forms. Just go to the boss's office, and he'll give you the dress code. His office is through the kitchen door. Just walk straight through the doorway. You can't miss it." "Thank you," Jess responded as she turned and walked through the kitchen doors. She walked into the boss's office, which was situated along a lengthy wall. Jess looked at the balding, middle-aged man who was filling out forms at his desk. Jess stared at him, because he failed to recognize her presence in his office. The man looked up at her and said, "You are here for the waitress job, right?" "Yes, I am," Jess replied. "Do you know what this job entails?" "I'm pretty sure I do." "Can you carry multiple dishes and cups, and keep the customers satisfied with our service?" "Yes." "Okay, then. I'm going to grab you uniform. What size are you?" "Huh?" "Are you a large, small, or medium?" "I guess a medium." "I think you're a small actually. I'm going to grab you a small." Jess stood still as the man walked past her. He returned quickly with two pink and black uniforms and black aprons. "Here, go into the bathroom, it's the next door down, and try this on." "What's with the retro look?" "It gives us a distinctive atmosphere. There aren't too many diners near here, because there are so many Denny's around. We have to attempt to be unique to stay in business. Now go try it on. I'm busy." Jess did what she was told, and the small uniform fit her well. Jess walked back out, and she smiled as she said, "It fits nicely when I tie the apron around my waist." "That's good." Jess stood still as the man sat back down. He went back to filling out his forms. "We're through here," he said. Jess nodded at his statement. She walked out of his office. She then strolled back into the restaurant section of the diner. "Hey, you're getting a job here?" a stocky, brown haired woman asked Jess. "Yes, I am," Jess answered while she glanced at the woman's name tag, which read Rose. "Do you need a roommate? My old one just bailed on me, and I really need one." "I could go in for that," Jess responded optimistically. "The rent is about 660 a month. That's 330 a person. The place is small, but we tend to earn enough money here to pay for it." "Oh, good," Jess replied with a forced smile as she thought of living in a sardine can while making peanuts. "You know, if you stick around for a little while, I can take you there, now." "All right, I can go with that," Jess replied. Jess sat down outside of the diner and played with the contents of her purse as the cars slowly passed by on the busy street. Rose walked out of the dinner a few minutes later. She looked at her prospective roommate and said, "Are you ready to go?" Jess smiled and replied, "Of course." The two walked down the block for a good mile before turning north. They headed another 2 miles up the road. Jess huffed as they came upon Rose's apartment. Rose took out her key and unlocked the door and led Jess inside. Rose then began to lead Jess on a tour of the apartment. They turned right, and Rose led Jess into a small room and said, "That's our quaint living room over there, and that's our cozy kitchen." Jess stared at the small square of brown shag carpeting that was mostly covered by a love seat and a small grey TV stand. Jess then looked at the cramped kitchen made up of four white cabinets, a fridge, a stove, and a microwave with a strained grin. Rose grabbed Jess's arm as she pulled her to the bathroom door across from the front door of the apartment. "This is our bathroom. It's a bit rustic, but it's functional." Jess stared at the peeling white paint on the ceiling and the stained linoleum floor. Jess walked in and looked at the discolored toilet and bathtub, and she walked back over to Rose. Rose smiled and said, "Come on, Jess, I want to show you the bedroom." Rose and Jess walked into the small bedroom, and Rose said, "That's my bed over there, and that would be yours. It's a snug bedroom, but there's plenty of room for both us. You can have half of the closet, and half of the dresser draws." Jess forced herself to smile as she stared at the confined room. A brown shag carpet covered the floor. Jess glanced at the wooden dresser and the small closet. Jess turned to look at Rose. Rose looked to Jess and asked with a grin, "Are you in?" Jess smiled and tried to act delighted as she said, "Sure." Rose responded, "Terrific! You can move in whenever you want to." "How about I move in now?" Jess said as she dropped her uniform onto her bed. "Sure," Rose replied as she handed Jess the extra key to the apartment. "I'll be back soon," Jess said as she walked out of the apartment. Jess made the long walk back to her motel. She paid her bill after she collected her duffle bag. She called a cab, and she went back to the apartment and dropped off her belongings. Jess took the sheets off of her bed and brought them to the Laundromat. After she finished washing them, she brought them back to the apartment. The day passed quickly, and she ate a quick dinner before she went to bed. She got up the next morning and got ready for work. She prepared herself for her first day of work at the diner as she got ready. The experience exceeded her expectations. She hated the job, but she began to love her co-workers. All of the diner's employees made fun of each other. It was a light atmosphere that made Jess forget the unpleasantness of her recent past. After the first couple of days, she figured out how to maximize her tips. She targeted certain customers with expedient service. If a group of men came in, she would act flirty. Jess had worked at the diner for nearly a week when she met one of the diner's most frequent customers. It was Jess's first Saturday morning at the diner when a young, black haired man wearing a grey shirt and blue jeans sat down at the end of the serving counter. Jess walked over to the slim man and handed him a menu. Rose went over to him and poured him a cup of coffee. Jess periodically looked at him, because he kept trying to sneak looks at her face and her figure. Jess walked over to the man at the end of the counter. She looked down at his empty coffee cup and asked, "More coffee, dear?" The man replied with a smile, "Sure." Jess poured the coffee into his cup, and the man looked to her and asked, "Miss, do you have a light?" "Sorry, I don't smoke. It's bad for the skin, and it's banned in dining establishments in this state," Jess replied. The man replied, "Oh, I know, it's a terrible habit. I just took it up, because of my job as a lawyer. It's stressful." Jess responded, "So, do you make a lot of money off of other people's pain?" The man looked at her and replied, "You could put it that way, but I prefer to see myself as a merchant of justice." Amused, Jess responded, "A merchant of justice?" "Yes, because I secure the right outcomes for a lot of money." Jess laughed at the awkward and truthful statement as the man continued, "Can I buy you a cup of coffee?" "I guess," Jess replied with a laugh as she pulled out another coffee cup from behind the counter. "So, how did you end up here?" the man asked. "Come again?" "How did you end up working here?" "I needed a job, and I don't have an extensive r?sum?. May I ask you a question?" "Sure," the man replied. "Why are you asking me such a personal question, when I don't even know your name?" "Oh, well, I'm Rick Tavaris. I come here often, so I just wanted to introduce myself." "And the personal question?" "I ask personal questions to everyone that's work here," Rick said with a nervous smile. "Rose, has this man ever asked you a personal question?" Jess asked as Rose waited a table to left of the counter. "No," Rose replied as Jess stared down at Rick with her head tilted to the right. "I...umm...I'm usually much smoother," he replied. "Well, I can certainly see it," Jess replied with a laugh as the man continued to bumble along. "Oh, thanks, do you...umm...God...uh...do you?" "So, you say you're a lawyer?" Jess asked with a grin. "Yes, but I'm a contract lawyer, so I...I...uh...oh...don't talk too much." "So, how does that make you a merchant of justice?" "Oh ... yah...I give the right advice for the right fee." "Sounds like a nice racket." "It is a legitimate business, and I make good money doing it. So, anyway, would you like to...?" "Rick, you're an awfully smooth customer." "Yah," he replied slowly. Anyhow, would you like to go out to lunch or have dinner sometime?" "I would love to," Jess replied with a grin. "Good, good. You're not screwing with me are you?" "No," Jess replied with a laugh. "Can we go out tomorrow?" "What day is tomorrow?" "Sunday," Rick replied. "I'll check," Jess replied with a smile as she walked back towards the kitchen and called in, "Jose, can you be a dear and check to see if I'm scheduled to work tomorrow?" "No!" "Could you please do it anyway?" Jose looked at the schedule and yelled back, "You're not working tomorrow." "Thank you, Jose." "Words only mean so much. Actions, baby, actions," Jose replied with a grin as his English speaking coworkers laughed. "You know, Jess, that's sexual ha...." "I don't really care what they say. They make fun of everyone." "Oh, so, are we still going out tomorrow?" Rick asked. "Sure. Do you want to go out for lunch tomorrow?" "Lunch is good. Where do you want to meet?" "Why don't we meet out front?" Jess asked. "You want to meet me in front of this diner?" "Yes," Jess replied. "Do you want to eat here?" "Not really," Jess replied. "Okay, good. I'll drive by and pick you up around 12, and then we'll go somewhere from there." "Sounds good," Jess replied. "Can I get some damn service?" a man yelled from the other end of the counter. "Got to go," Jess replied as she handed Rick his bill. Rick looked down as Jess took the man's order. He pulled out his wallet and paid the bill and left a 10 dollar tip for the 8 dollar bill. Rick looked over to Jess. He waved at her as he exited the diner. Jess smiled at him as he left the building. Jess finished her shift and walked home with Rose. They walked into their apartment and sat down in the living room and paid their bills. Jess went into the bedroom when they finished, whereas Rose stayed in the living room. They ate dinner together, and after they cleaned up, Rose asked Jess, "Are you really going out with that guy tomorrow?" "Sure, why wouldn't I?" "He's a bit out of your league." "Are you saying that he's better than me?" Jess asked with an appalled look. "No, I'm saying you're better than him." "Oh, why do you say that?" "I have 20/20 eyesight and functioning ears." "Come on, he's not that bad." "I guess not." "I like him, and he's make's me laugh." "Why?" "He's so uncomfortable around me. I find that funny." "I wouldn't." "Why?" Jess asked. "I like my men dominating and assertive." "I've been there and done that." "You're telling me that you didn't find that quality alluring?" "Not in any man that I've been with." "Jess, we're very different people." "I guess," Jess said as she turned to face the bedroom door. She walked into their bedroom. Jess set her alarm before she went to bed. The alarm clock clanged in Jess's room. She reached over and knocked the alarm off the table before she picked it up and turned it off. She got up and stood on the brown shag carpet. She walked over to the dresser, and she reached in and grabbed a bra and a pair of panties. She brought them into the bathroom. She placed them on the lime green vanity before she started up the shower. She watched the water run down into the yellowed tub for a few seconds. She turned away from the shower and pulled off her panties and her bra. She threw them to the floor as she stepped into the shower. She closed the moldy curtain behind her and ran the bar of soap across her soft skin. The pink around the drain made her sarcastically wonder if she would be cleaner when she got out of the shower. She finished showering and dried herself in the tub before she stepped out and put her panties on. She fitted the bra around her breasts, and then hooked it. She walked to the bedroom with the towel around her head. She reached into the closet and pulled out a knee length white skirt that was littered with red rose buds, a tight red blouse, and a pair of black platfor