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November 28, 12:14 PM "Let me get this straight..." I could hear the slightest of giggles in her voice as Lisa paused to get her thoughts straight, "You call him, tell him 'No way are you going to dress like a cheerleader!' Then invite yourself over, take nearly two hours to get over there and when you finally show up he pretty much jumps you once the door shuts?" "I didn't say anything about him 'jumping' me!" and I watched a large truck in my rearview mirror pull to a stop behind me. "I'm just playing with you. Come on Rachel, this is funny, you know it is..." No, no it wasn't funny and I was kicking myself now for telling Lisa about seeing James last night. She thought I was just going to call him to cancel the meeting Brad had set up for us - not end up spending the night with him. So what? I invited myself over, spent the entire night with him, and I just dropped him off at the airport - in the car he gave me yesterday no less. So what? What? What?!! Hello! My life is a freaking soap opera! That's what! This path I was on is some not to be believed crazy storyline from a trashy novel. Problem was, the story was true. Augh! "Hey, I'm just playing with ya. You OK?", she said after getting no reply out of me. She sounded like she was going to be a little more serious or was going to at least stop flipping me crap about James. "Yeah, well none of this is funny," and I could hear the defensive twang in my tone, "It's not like I have experience or, well, this is all new for me Lisa. I have no idea if I'm doing any of this right. I mean, what's right? Was last night right?" I wasn't controlling my voice at all and just quit speaking as if my thoughts had run dry, which of course was the farthest thing from the flood of doubts gushing every which way through my head. Damn it! "OK, I hear ya. So, the rest of the story goes, just so I understand your question better - you two end up collapsing to the floor after a bit of 'foreplay' and one thing leads to another. He ends up taking you from behind. In, out and done?" AUGH! "Look! It wasn't like that..." I had finally lost all control of my emotions, "Maybe it was my fault or something. I mean it's not like I have, you know, an understanding about these kinds of things from a woman's perspective!" That last statement came out sounding like an accusation, "Is it me or something I'm doing? I just don't know if it's me or am I doing something..." "Whoa, wait a second, you are not the problem," she said interrupting me in mid-sentence. "Guys have all kinds of triggers. Tits, asses, lingerie, hell I think just telling them 'No!' can get them off some times. And that's really what last night was, James getting off. He just built it up in his mind and it was over before you got to enjoy it. Are you blaming yourself for James being premature again?" The cars in front of me began moving and I had to refocus on the task at hand, which was driving back to the condo - in broad day light and lunch time Vegas traffic! I watched as the truck behind me changed lanes. He probably moved over because he thought I was driving too slow. I watch him pull ahead of me and wished I was already home! "You are not the problem Rachel, James has a problem. I guess the upside of it all is he didn't bang away at you for hours," she said quickly before beginning to giggle. "Lisa!" "I'm kidding! Just kidding! Geez! Well, sort of kidding, it can hurt like hell when they just go on and on and on and on and..." "Alright, I get it!" I interrupted her sounding kind bitchy, "I didn't call to talk about how my evening went to get raz'd about every aspect of it." "Really? Well then, what's on your mind?" she replied giving me some bitch tone back. I thought about just spitting out my issues, but would they lead to more humiliation? I was about out of gas emotionally, not to mention I didn't really sleep that well with James. Ya know what? I just don't need to get any more abuse over the phone and I have to get some things figured out, "Are you at the boutique?" "Yup, be here till closing. You gonna come by?" "Yeah..." November 28th, 12:36 PM "Be right with you!" Lisa called out from some where in the stock room and the dinging sound faded once the door closed behind me. What was I doing here? As soon as I walked through the door I felt like I should never have come. Wait! I need help with this, with this life, with issues! There were subtleties about being me I didn't get, didn't understand. I had wants I didn't know how to... "Hey, that was quick." Lisa said with way too much cheer in her voice walking over to me and giving me a quick hug. "Yeah, well... yeah," and that sounded so deadpan I tried to smile big to make up for my reply. "Nice jeans you got there," she took a step back and motioned for me to spin around so she could see how well they fit. "Are these the ones we bought last week?" she asked surprised as I spun awkwardly in a semi- circle for her. I nodded 'Yes' and tried to squeeze a hand into one of the tiny front pockets to hide my embarrassment, but ended up with my arms crossed and hugging my purse. "You look like you're filling them out a little better. Cute, the low cut helps accentuate your hips. I like that you are showing a little skin here." she said tracing a finger across my stomach, "You need a little belly-button ring." I rolled my eyes and scrunched my brow, "No, not gonna happen." "Chicken!" "Yeah, well, whatever..." I watched as she turned and headed toward the stock room. "I like that top, the yellow makes you look a little more tan. Your hair and your makeup look great. But something just isn't right is it?" I could only watch as she disappeared into the stock room. Was it that obvious? I know my chest didn't appear as it should, but could my bra be that far out of whack? The blouse I had worn last was loose and yeah, this knit top was a lot tighter fitting, but I had to look like this right? I mean the padded bra I was wearing was fairly stiff and I really didn't think out what I was going to wear the morning after James... Hell, I was fairly pleased that I actually showed up prepared at James' room for 'the morning after'. I just assumed the padding of the bra would project a better shape, I even tried to bolster its shape with a couple hand full of toilet paper. Augh! Who was I kidding? Lisa picked up on it in less than ten seconds. God! What was James thinking? Fuck! I had to figure out a way to wear the breast forms or suffer more humiliation like this. "Come check out these new gowns." I followed after her, but stopped at the front counter. "Is your mom here?" I asked sheepishly. "Huh?" "Where's your mom?" I asked a little embarrassed and looked toward the front door as two women stopped to look at the displays in the front window. "She's at a luncheon with some muck-etty-mucks at the UNLV Med Center," she said emerging from the back room with a brilliant sapphire blue spaghetti strapped gown wrapped in plastic on a silk padded hanger. She saw the women at the window behind me and waved, holding up the gown. I turned to look and they waved back. They began talking about something and I turned back. They must have waved again, because Lisa waved yet again. Thank you God they kept walking and didn't come in the store! I wasn't sure I could deal with two more sets of eyes figuring out that I had stuffed my bra or picking apart what I was wearing! Wait, were they talking about me before they walked off? Damn, what am I doing here? "Friends of my mom. Bitches like you wouldn't believe. My mom says the blonde is doing the son of her housekeeper. Her husband runs some big bank," she held the gown out toward me, "Naw, not a good color for you." She put the gown on a hanger behind her and turned back toward me with a serious look, "We should see if we can fix this." she said waving her hands in a small circle toward me, toward my chest. I was beyond being shocked, especially by anything Lisa said these days, but not beyond the sting of her comment. She was my closest confidant, my ever-present sounding board. It sort of stung, but I had to deal with it -I needed her help. I shook my head and tried to grin my way through her comment, "Well, if my new prescription would kick in like Dr. Hansen says then things should be better soon. Things are progressing now..." And I sounded like I was trying to convince myself more than Lisa that none of this was as big a deal as it really was to me. "How is old Dr. Bill anyway?" she said with a bit of attitude as she headed toward the lingerie displays in the back of the boutique. "Fine I guess. He's pretty much all business when I see him." and I wondered if there was more to her comment about Dr. Hansen. I followed Lisa and watched as she began searching through a rack with various bras on them. "Your breast forms are causing you a bit of trouble then? How come?" She had picked a few bras and extended them toward me. I took them and watched as she moved to the other side of the rack. I wasn't sure what to say. I mean, we'd talked about me taking hormones, breast implants, all kinds of things that could bring me around to where I wanted to be, to who I wanted to be. Did she think nothing was happening? She stopped and starred at me as if wondering whether I was going to answer her, "Ah, ah they were hurting. I told you about the injections. I guess they worked and, well ah, things are happening," and I tried to chuckle. She starred at me a bit longer than maybe she should have, as if she was processing my current state and without warning she reached over the rack at me, "Oh I gotta see this! Come on..." and she came around the aisle and pulled me toward the dressing rooms. "Wait..." "Oh no you don't gurl-fren'! I gotta see this!" and she drug me into the first dressing room, closing the door behind us. "Lisa! No!" I was smiling, but my body felt petrified, stiff. She cocked her head slightly and took a step toward me. Slowly she reached out and slide a hand around my back, pulling me closer by a half step. For a split second I thought her next move was to kiss me! Her eyes were locked with mine and she raised an eyebrow as she unhooked the clasp of my bra. I stepped back quickly, dropping the three bras on hangers I was holding so as to cross my arms over my chest. "Hey..." I croaked softly. "Come on, how am I going to help you if I can't see what I've got to work with?" "You mean don't have to work with. Nothing is really going on, I just can't, I mean, the breast forms hurt when they press against my chest." and I tried to reach around with one arm to see if I could re-hook the bra. "Hey, you need my help right? I want to see. So take off your top, your bra is already screwed up. Look." she said nodding her head toward the mirrored wall of the dressing room. I peered slowly over my shoulder and could see one strap hanging a little beneath the tight material of my top, but couldn't see the other one. Grrr! This isn't what I had planned for today and shrugged my submission. Lisa slowly pulled my top up, giving me a worried glance as the toilet paper I had stuffed in and around my swollen nipples fell to the floor when she pulled the cups of the bra aside. I gave her a 'Do not even go there!' look and she caught my message loud and clear, "I didn't say anything now did I?" She stared at my swollen nipples and moved a hand toward my left breast, "Damn..." She felt around the base of the area of growth. She was very gentle and if I weren't mortified by showing her my tiny outcroppings, I would almost say that it felt good. Good in a sexual way and my eyes closed as she took my large fleshy nipple between her fingers and gently rolled it a little to the right. "Holly shit! You look like I did when I was nine years old!" My eyes popped open and I stared at her staring at my chest. "OK, shows over. How do I fix this so I don't look stupid?" She looked up at me and then back at my chest. Before I could react she leaned her face toward my chest and placed her lips on my left nipple. My knees wanted to buckle and I put a hand on her shoulder as if to steady myself. Her tongue traced the swollen brown skin; it's puffy firm crown and sensitive base. "Lees..." I tried to speak. Her reply was a soft moan and her body pushing me to the wall of the dressing room. When I felt her hands unbutton my jeans I had to fight an overwhelming urge to push her away. This felt so good, different than Brad's touch, different... A bell ringing from somewhere outside of the dressing room froze Lisa as she stopped to listen. "Is someone here?" I whispered trying to pull my top down, grasping feebly at my bra. The ringing continued and after a short pause Lisa returned her attention to the assault on my body and my senses. I felt a hand trying to pull down my jeans, another pushing my top back up, and I fumbled to stay out of her way. "You want to help me a little?", she asked when the jeans wouldn't budge over my hips. I moved slightly to the left as she pulled down on a belt loop. I wiggled my hips back and forth, not really thinking about what was happening and froze as my jeans slide toward my knees. She stopped sucking on my nipple to look me in the eyes and traced her tongue slowly toward my abs, while her hands clasp my hips firmly. Was it the cold mirror against my back or her advance that sent a shudder through my body? I hadn't worn my gaffe today and though my little boy's clit was tucked neatly out of sight before she began her advance, it's swelling had caused it to move to a prominent position in front and to the side. "We're a little excited I see?" Lisa whispered. I felt her fingers hook the waist band of my panties, my tiny clit straining against the sheer fabric of the lacey front panel and... A dinging sound rang out from the front of the store and Lisa moved in one blurring motion to the door of the dressing room, "Be right with you." she called out. She turned toward me with an evil smile, "We're going to continue this later. Try on the beige bra, I think that one will solve your problem for now. I'll be right back with something better than toilet paper to fill it out." she turned and exited the dressing room. "Mrs. Mayers! How are you..." and her voice faded to a muffle. I could her another woman talking, then Lisa saying something about the UNLV Medical Center, her mother, and their voices faded again, combined, and faded. What had just happened? Her lips were on me! Why? I stood there a moment longer gazing into the mirror at the body, the hair, and me holding up my top like some stupid school girl playing 'Show me yours and I'll show you mine'. Why? This just added to my already long list of issues with being who I really wanted to be. Wait, is that 'What' I really want to be, that image in the mirror. Fuck! I need to get out of here. I reached down and carefully pulled the yellow top over my head and rocked my shoulders a little, so the straps of my current 'Overkill' bra would slide down my arms. Yeah, with the breast forms this was the perfect bra. Stuffed with toilet paper and my tiny swollen nipples the cups echoed a hollowness that has plagued me for as long as I had been trying to project the real inner me. Fuck it! Whatever! I shook my head and gave my reflection a 'You're such a dumb ass!' look. Time to grow up and move on. Breasts don't make a woman! I pulled my jeans back up after adjusting myself, wiggling my hips to get them on over my ass - which seemed a little rounder and fuller for some reason. I moved the toilet paper aside and picked up a beige bra from the floor. The cups of the heavily padded 36A seemed overly stiff and I held one of them over my left breast. OK, so this was going to be slightly better, no fear of stunting my growth by crushing my breasts - but I was going to look, look smaller? Yeah, going from a 'C' to an 'A' that's to be expected, but... Augh! Forget it! I slid my arms into the straps, pulled the clasps around my back and caught the hooks on the second attempt. A quick adjust and I stepped back to see... "Ah! What are you doing!!" I spun quickly toward the door of the dressing room as it opened. "Just checking up on you. Geez, relax Rachel." "Yeah, well you ever think that knocking would be a good idea?" my tone was all bitch. "Yes, but then I wouldn't catch you spacing out in the mirror like that," she said smiling. She entered the dressing room and pulled on the shoulder straps to adjust them a little lower. She undid the hooks in the back and felt around the side panel toward the cups. Slowly she felt under the cups to see how they fit. "I really just want to get this over with Lisa," I whispered in a pleading tone. "Yeah, well I'm just checking to see if we need to supplement this with some inserts." her fingers probed above and below the cup. She pressed in on the outer cup material and it crushed slightly, but it rebounded when she moved her hand away. "I've got some half-moon shaped inserts that are typically placed into the bottom of the cups to push ones assets up for a fuller look." I could only stare at her as she spoke, "This is the most heavily padded bra we carry and I don't think the inserts need to be put in the bottom of the cups, though they could certainly go in the top to help prevent the cups from caving in under pressure. I'll get them and be right back." She opened the dressing room door to exit, "Oh! I love those skirts. Take any dressing room but number two." "Thank you Lisa. I couldn't find this sweater in my size, do you have anything in the back or something similar?" the woman replied. "Let me check. I don't think we have any stock in back, but let me check tomorrow's shipment. I know my mom ordered more of those Modano sweaters. Did you see the skirts?" "Mmm, I didn't really like the length." "I understand, a little to flirty. Let me go check and I'll be right back." "Thank you Lisa." I could hear a dressing room door close across the hall and hangers rattling on the door. Now I wanted to be out of here more than ever! This was such a mistake! I came here for advice about being me, being more like a woman and what do I get? Felt up and trapped in a dressing room! Shit! I adjusted the cups of the bra over my nipples and hooked the strap behind my back again. I could hear the unbuckling of a belt and a zipper being pulled down from the dressing room across the hall and quickly pulled on my yellow top. Trying all the while not to mess my hair up. When I was all adjusted and looked presentable I gathered up the handfuls of toilet paper and tossed them into the small trashcan in the corner of the dressing room. I picked up the bra I had been wearing this morning and opened the dressing room door slowly. The handle clicked loudly and all activity in the dressing room across from mine stopped. I didn't wait and made my way out of the dressing room area to the front counter. "Leeesa!" I whispered. No reply. "Lisa!" and that came out a little louder than I expected. Lisa appeared from the back room, "Oh, much better. Little small, but certainly better. Here," and she passed me a small thin plastic box labeled 'Ultihance'. "Take these into the dressing room and I'll be right there." She had a sweater in her hand and turned toward the dressing rooms. "No, no, no... I'm a, I'm, think I'm going to get out of here. I can figure these out on my own." "No, come on. Mrs. Mayers is harmless. She'll be out of her in about thrity minutes and we can figure this whole thing out." She said smiling. I shook my head 'No', clenching my purse and bra tight. "I should go..." "Fine, but here take a couple more of those Denmoire bras. Pick the colors you want and I'll be right back." She turned and headed for the dressing rooms. Damn! Why again did I come here today? I pulled three more of the Denmoire 36A bras from the rack, two black, one white. I returned to the counter and placed them near the register. Now what? I could hear Lisa talking to Mrs. Mayers and prayed silently she wouldn't call me over or have Mrs. Mayers come out and model something for my opinion. Hell, why not get Mrs. Mayers opinion on my new bras! Augh! I want out of here, I want the hell out of here! "Hey, sorry about that", I turned startled to see Lisa rolling her eyes toward the dressing rooms, "Look, how about I come over later and we can talk? I'll put these on Brad's tab, so you can get out of here." she looked at me for a second and then figured she would finish saying what was on her mind, "You are handling all this just fine Rachel, just relax and go with it. There isn't a instruction manual or a right or wrong way of being you, a woman. Just be who you feel comfortable with being." November 28th, 6:11 PM 'Dinging'... Not another customer! I felt like I was falling, numb, body spinning as a bottle of wine 'clinked' against the glass I was holding out. Again, a muffled ring, a man pouring wine but missing the glass. I tried to move the glass, to catch the wine so it wouldn't spill, but the ringing... Why can't I stop the spilling? Ringing, it was faint... Huh? I rolled over in the dark and had to think about where I was for a second. A muffled ringing next to me startled me. Damn! I searched frantically under the pillows next to me and found the phone, pressing the answer button as it began to ring again, "Hello..." and that sounded more like a croak than any semblance of a greeting. "Rach? That you?" "Yeah..." and I was speaking slowly, "Brad?" "Did I wake you?" "What do you want?", the whine in my voice thick and sleepy. "I want you to be awake kiddo," he said with a chuckle. "I am awake now, Thanks to you. I just needed to shut down for a few hours." and I tried to yawn silently, but ended up breathing a bit of the exhale into the phone. "Well...", he began before I finished my yawn, "Hey are you yawning? Am I that boring?" "Brad! What do you want?", and as soon as I finished I felt bad for the bitchiness in my tone, "Look, I'm sorry, but I, I had a rough, no I..." I softened my tone, "What? What's going on?" There was a long pause on the other end of the line, "Brad?" "Hmm, yeah just a second..." and the receiver on the other end scratched and became silent. I could hear Brad speaking and a woman's voice. The receiver slide across whatever it was being held against and I heard "probably not... I can..." more muffled voices. OK, this wasn't working for me, "Brad? Brad... Brad!?" Of course that got me nothing. I was a bit more awake now and trying to make out the voices. Did I know that woman? Lisa? No, I didn't really sound like her, but I couldn't be sure. "Brad!" and I paused to see if he had heard me. Nothing but more mumbles and "not tonight... check... 1712... 10:00 or 11?" Screw this! I hung up the phone and stared into the dark of the room. I could almost make out my image in the mirrors above the bed. I shook my head, yeah, I'm a bitch. November 28th, 6:15 PM "Hey, I'm sorry about that. Not sure what happened. I didn't mean to hang up on you." "Don't do that to me Brad." "Yeah, I'm sorry, won't happen again." "No, that's not what I mean. I hung up. Don't have a conversation with me just hanging in the wings like that." "Oh... right, that was rude," he paused as if to restructure how he was going to proceed, "I was trying to coordinate something for you tonight and after talking to you a bit I could tell you weren't in the mood for anything to heavy. The request was, if the chemistry was right, that you would be available all night." "Brad..." and he interrupted me before I could continue. "Yeah, I know, rough night last night. I got that and now what Lisa told me earlier makes a bit more sense. Problem is we need to really work with this individual tonight. I told him you were busy later, but that maybe you two could... Hold on a second." and he began talking to someone else in the room with him, "I'll be right there, close the door and I'll be right out." A moment later he was back, "Rach?" "Yeah, I'm still here," though to make a point I had considered hanging up again. "So what do you think? Just give this guy an hour, two max, and see how it goes. If this works out, we'll set something up for tomorrow night." "No, I'm really emotionally wasted Brad. Things are catching up to me and I just, I just want to..." he interrupted me before I could finish my thought. "I know, well, I mean I know some of the stuff. Lisa gave me a heads up that you were struggling with some stuff." He sounded so understanding, but he wanted something from me and I don't think he understood how beat up my brain was over all this, this life, this being me. I'm a different person now, didn't he get that? "Yeah, I'm..." and my chest heaved as tears welled in the corner of my eyes. What is the deal? I wanted to scream that question so all could hear, so someone could help me figure out why I can't get a handle on my emotions! "You alright?" Brad's voice was softer. I shook my head 'No' as if he could see me sitting here in the dark. A small moan escaped as my chest heaved and a tear rolled down my cheek. "Rach, you're going through a lot I know that. But you have to know that every minute, every second brings you closer to who you truly are. I'm proud of you Rachel. You've come so far in such a short time. You truly are becoming an incredibly beautiful woman." As if I needed more to get me crying harder, Brad's words hit the mark and the flood gates opened wide. I couldn't speak and began sobbing softly into the phone. I didn't care and it's not like I could have stopped anyway. "Rach? Just relax tonight, I'll call you later." "I...", and I huffed hard to suppress my sobs, "I'm sorry..." His voice was softer, "No, nothing to be sorry about. I can handle this another way. You take it easy OK?" There was silence on the line and a woman's voice in the background spoke a name that I didn't quite catch. It sounded like Gisselle. No, Kristal. She said Kristal? "Rach, we'll talk tomorrow. You free for lunch?" Wait a second, Kristal? Was that Brad's other way of handling his high- fucking-roller client? The room turned warm suddenly and a burning in the pit of my stomach replaced the lump in my throat. I choked back a sob and complained into the receiver, "Who's Kristal Brad?" The anger in my voice replaced the sheepish crybaby I was just moments earlier. " Kristal? Who's Kristal?" he replied sounding as if it was a name I shouldn't be privy to. "Who's there with you Brad? I heard a woman's voice say Kristal. Who's Kristal?" Of course my mind was spinning now. From crying and feeling sorry for myself to anger to betrayal. If Kristal was the woman I had seen at Dr. Hanson's office that meant... "Alexa is here with me right now. You haven't met Alexa yet. She does a lot of the background type stuff for me, sort of like what Lisa does, only she coordinates more business related issues. Say 'Hi' Alexa..." A faint voice called out "Hi Alexa..." "Thanks, very funny," he said to the voice. "I'll work something out to get you two introduced soon," he said trying to keep the tone of the conversation light after my little outburst. "Who is Kristal Brad? If you won't answer me I'm going to hang up." I said, hoping my threat came out with enough force that he would just answer my question. "Kristal is someone I met yesterday. She's someone you have something in common with. She's also someone who's going to be available to us on occasion for requests like tonight." He ended as if he were cut off, as if he had more to say. "Was she at Dr. Hanson's office last night?" "Yeah, I think she was there yesterday. I don't know when though. Bill set up a meeting for me with her after she left." He didn't sound as if he was holding anything back. Problem was a whole new set of feelings were beginning to march through my already fragile psyche. Was this the end for me? Am I no longer going to continue on this path because I was being replace? Shit! I can't go back to my old life... "Rach?" No! This can't be the end. "Rach? Hey, nothings changed as far as you're concerned," and he sounded sincere, "Kristal is here from Brazil, here on a little vacation. A business associate of Bill asked if he could look after her for a bit. He isn't really set up for that kind of responsibility. He asked if I could handle things with her for a few weeks. I agreed. I asked her if she would be interested in entertaining while in town and she agreed. Now you know as much as I do." Did I? My stomach churned, I pulled my knees toward my chest, and tried to relax curled in a ball. Had nothing really changed? He met her last night? And the question I most wanted to ask and dreaded getting the answer to almost escaped my lips. Had he slept with her? "Take the night off Rach, you deserve some time to recharge your batteries. I gotta run, but maybe you can call me later?" There was a pause and the muffled sound of the receiver being covered, "Hey, you going to be alright?" 'Did you sleep with her Brad?' That was the question, did you? "Rach?" "Yeah, I'm... I'll talk to you later," and without even waiting I hung the phone up and wrapped my arms around my knees tighter. Was I being replaced? November 28th, 10:15 PM I looked around the Grand Cayman and it was its usual busy self. What the hell am I doing here? I should have just stayed in bed. Fuck Brad. Screw Alexa. To hell with his big shot fuck-head client... Laughter behind me made me freeze. After a moment I began walking again toward the elevators. "What the fuck!" And I couldn't help but look over my shoulder to see what prompted that comment. Probably just your typical drunk male was commenting about me not being... And I shuddered slightly. Please, don't be looking at me... When I turned to look laughter broke out again and another man with his pants around his ankles was chasing one of the waitresses. He was wearing pink boxers with bright yellow smiley faces on them. More laughter, but he didn't make it ten feet before several large security guards had him firmly in hand. This of course caused a scene with his other friends and with the commotion and attention in another area of the casino I decided to make my exit. I made my way from the slot machine area toward the elevators with purpose. Not too quickly, but purposefully. What was I doing here? I had a date with room 1712 ? at least I hoped that's what Brad had hoped I would be doing tonight... November 28th, 10:23 PM I smiled for the first time since leaving the condo, proud that I had just made another stealthy entry into the Grand Caymans. No one seemed to care about me. No one seemed to give me sideways glances as I made my way to the elevator. I was in! I was dressed in a silky cream-colored blouse, accented with a few bracelets and beaded necklaces. My pleated skirt swooshed over my stockings as I walked and my conservative three-inch heels brought it all together. I loved my hair, my makeup, and the new bras I had gotten from Lisa. Not to mention the inserts were actually comfortable and filled out the bra the way I wanted to appear. What could go wrong? Wait... We're talking about me ? What could go wrong? Someone figuring out... And I stopped myself before spiraling down that drainpipe again. No! No, I'm not going there. I'm here to stick it to Brad, show him I'm not some weak... Weak what? I smiled as I realized I had almost said "woman". I'm not weak and damn it I am just about a woman! So take that Brad! The slamming of a door head of me in the hall made me want to stop and turn around. So much for Miss Courage! The sound had come from down the hall and there was yelling. Shit! The door to my right said 1703. Just get me to 1712 and out of the hallway before something erupts... I tried walking a little faster, but the yelling was growing louder. I looked behind me and saw no one was coming to explore. Yeah, like everyone on this floor isn't in the casino right now. I need to just relax! In front of room 1712 I could hear a man speaking, but I couldn't make out what he was saying. He sounded angry and that made any shred of confidence I had in being here melt completely away. Something slamming into the door made me jump back. OK... Time to get out of here. This is not where I want to be, screw 1712 high roller fuck head! I'm out of here... Before I could take my first step back the way I had come a slamming sound came from behind the door and a woman cried out in pain. I froze. I need to get out of here, don't get involved, and just move on out of here. I starred at the door a long moment and turned as the elevator opened down the hall and two men exited. They were walking toward me and lowered their voices as they made there way up the hall. I just starred at them as they approached... A thud hit the door. "Fuck!" and that escaped my lips louder than I had hoped. This is not right and as if in a dream my hand moved to the door and knocked. There was silence... What am I doing? Did I knock because of the sound or for something to do because these two men were... The two men in the hall passed quietly as I knocked again. "What fuck do you want bitch!" a muffled angry voice shot through the door? The men who had just passed me were now stopped just two doors away. I looked at them and they must have clued into something being wrong. One of them spoke something I couldn't hear to the other. Then the second spoke, "You all right Miss?" I nodded "No" and they came toward me. Oh why the hell didn't I just stay home? Brad told me I could have the night off! Brad? Shit, Brad... and I reached for the phone in my clutch, just as they stopped in front of me. "Something wrong?" the shorter one asked. I starred at him a short moment and nodded "Yes" as the door to 1712 opened. A little acrid smoke poured into the hallway and a very large black man stood guard to the room partially behind the door. "Wha-chu-fuckin want bitch?" his words spewed from his lips as if accusing me of some slight on his family. "Hey, no need for that..." one of my hallway rescuers interjected before I could even comprehend what this black man with nostrils flaring and blood shot eyes had even said. "Fucking shut up! I'm not talking to you boi." There was silence for the briefest of moments and a voice croaked, "...help from behind the open doorway. "Kristal?" I called out. "Who the fuck are you? Get the hell out of here before I call security to drag your ratty ass out of here. Take your bois there with you..." I turned to look at the two men standing beside me and wondered if they were now regretting getting involved. Shit, I regretted what I was doing. What do I do now? Why did I ask for Kristal? Neither of the men looked like someone who could do much against the hulking side of beef protecting his room. My hand shifted slightly and I clenched the phone a little tighter. The phone! "I came to get Kristal." I half-whispered. He shot me a quizzical look, "Well I ain't done wit her yet." "Hey, aren't you Tang Dettings?", one of my ?bois' spoke, his voice unsure of itself, "You play for Gamblers..." The door shut and there was silence, at least until the fans of ?Tang Dettings' began chattering about him. Tang was a football player; at least that's what I gathered from their bantering. By the looks of him a very mean and nasty one at that. I knocked on the door again and when it opened I held my phone up toward the mass of black anger starring me down, "Kristal leaves with me or I dial 911. Then I call the local papers and tell them..." "Fuck you! Take the bitch, she's on the couch.", he opened the door all the way as if to invite me in. I wanted to run, but something made me enter the room. I was bluffing and had been called. Why was I here? The room smelled, but the slider was open and the cool wind made it bearable. It wasn't pot this guy had been smoking... Kristal, she was here in my place. As I rounded the corner into the living room area of the suite I checked quickly over my shoulder to see what ?Tang' was doing. It looked like he was warming up to my friends in the hall. When I got the nerve to turn back around, confident I wasn't going to be trapped in this room with King Kong's angry brother I saw her. She was lying on the couch with a towel on her face, Miss Kristal I presume. She had been sent here by Brad and beat me to... I almost threw up as Kristal moved the towel and pulled away from me when she saw me. She was whimpering, but the blood streaming from her nose and the swelling of the right side of her face was too much for me to handle. I felt weak at the knees and made it to the couch, plopping down next to her before the room began to spin. Oh shit... When I could think again I touched her shoulder gently, "We need to go, now..." She didn't move at first and I wondered if she understood me. She looked into my eyes and stood, holding the towel to her nose again. A few chips of ice fell to the floor, but she was standing and moving toward her purse on the bar. Now if I could just move as well... She was robotic; nothing like the woman I had seen exiting Dr. Bill's office last night. When she had her purse she looked back at me, "We must to go..." Her accent heavy and she winced as another few pieces of ice fell to the floor. Bloody water was dripping from the now pink and red towel; I stood slowly and followed her to the door. All conversation in the hall stopped. When the two men saw Kristal neither one could take their eyes from her. It wasn't that she was that drop dead gorgeous, no they were looking at the remains of the beating she had obliviously taken. "Bitch fell off da bed, hit the night stand..." Tang's statement came out lacking any conviction and all I wanted to do was get the hell out of here. I didn't look back and no one said a word as we walked away... November 28th, 11:02 PM We took the stairs to the lobby and made it to the parking garage elevator before to many people got a look at either of us. I had been worried about the security cameras in the hotel, but no one was there to meet us in the lobby, I was relieved to have at least one thing go right tonight. Kristal had not spoken since we left the room, though a few times she had cried out through clenched teeth as she walked down the stairs. When we made it to the car she gingerly sat. The Miata being so low to the ground certainly didn't help; she held her side with one hand ? while holding the wet towel to her face. When she was situated I reached for the towel, "Here, let me see." The bleeding from her nose had stopped, but the wet messy towel wasn't doing her dress any favors. I took it from her and dropped it to the cement. "I'm going to take you home with me. We'll call Brad. I'm so sorry..." She looked at me confused, though when I had mentioned Brad's name she seemed to take comfort in that. "Please, to go..." Kristal whispered and a grimace froze her face and she laid her head back slowly. I closed her door and the clicking of my heels as I ran around the car to the driver's side sounded so hollow. It was the same kind of feeling in my heart right now. It hit me all to quick - that could have been me up there with that asshole tonight. I really didn't have a clue as to what I was doing in this life of mine. No clue. I could be sitting where Kristal is... Or worse. The keys jiggling and the engine starting brought me back to the task at hand - get Kristal out of here and someplace safe. November 28th, 11:02 PM When we were a block from the condo my phone rang. I wasn't going to answer it, but the entire trip had been in silence, "Hello..." "Rachel? Where are you?" "Brad... Oh God, I... Look, I went to, wait," and I realized my voice in it's excited state was no where near what it should be. I looked at Kristal, but her head was leaning against the window, "Something has happened, where are you?" "Whoa, what are you talking about?" he replied with a bit more concern in his voice than he originally had when he first started scolding me on the phone. "Brad, I went to the Grand Cayman. I went to 1712 and this guy Tang was hitting Kristal. I mean I didn't know she was there and I was trying to..." "Wait! Kristal? Is she all right? Where are you? Is she with you?" his questions were rapid fire. "Huh? I'm just pulling into the condo... Hey, are you here?" I could see his car parked in the second stall for the condo. "Yeah, I'll be right down." The line went dead before I could reply. My first thought was whom is he more concerned about ? Kristal or me. Then I backed that up a bit, I had told him about Kristal being beat up, he was concerned for her. Wait, OK he's probably equally concerned, but since she's hurt... The car stopped with a bit of a jolt and Kristal moaned. I had tagged the bumper against the wall of the parking garage, again! Damn it! I suck at driving in heels! By the time I had Kristal's door open I saw Brad running toward us from the elevator. At the passengers door he knelt, taking Kristal's hand and speaking to her in Spanish. I had no idea he spoke Spanish and watched mesmerized as they conversed. Of course she didn't have much to say, but what little she did say seemed to make Brad stiffen and caused him to internalize his rage. It was an interesting balancing act he was caught in. Concern for her well-being and being pissed off at the client ? all while trying not to upset Kristal any more. And me, I'm chopped liver right? They talked for a few more seconds and Brad reached in gently to help Kristal out of the car. She stood very woozy for a second and before I could even grab her purse he had picked her up in his arms. I'm sure my mouth probably hit the garage floor, but no one was there to see it as they were off toward the elevator. I had to hurry just to make the elevator or I would have had to wait and catch another. Geesh! In the elevator Brad seemed pretty focused, he didn't speak, wouldn't look at me, nothing. He just held Kristal and of course she just nuzzled herself right into his arms. I wanted to scream! What? The all-powerful Brad failed to protect his new girl? November 28th, 11:53 PM "OK, she's sleeping now. Can you keep an eye on her?" Brad asked from the open bedroom door. I nodded as I pulled one of his shirts over my head. This one was clean and lacked all my favorite "Brad" smells... "I need to go clean some things up, I'll be back in a while." "Is she going to be alright?" I asked meekly, turning to see him looking at me as if he was starring right through me. "Yeah, I think so. He roughed her up pretty good. She said that she had gotten there and he was smoking crack or something and he seemed pretty pissed about something." "Oh yeah, he wasn't a jolly happy soul that's for sure." I quipped. "Guess he wanted oral sex and she wasn't either doing it the way he wanted or whatever. I guess he was forcing her onto himself; she began to gag and clawed at his leg to get him to stop. Must have pissed him off, because that's when hit her the first time in the face." Brad paused as if something was eating at him, "Then she said she wanted to leave, but he wouldn't let her. She said he kept saying he had paid for sex and he was going to get sex..." his voice trailed off. I could only look down at the floor. This wasn't Brad's fault; he had to know that right? "When she fought him off, he hit her a few more times ? including her nose and chest. God...", there was a hard pause, "I feel like shit Rach..." I couldn't help but go to him and wrap my arms around him, "It's not your fault..." I whispered and I felt him shudder. "I'm sorry Rachel, I just..." and a tiny sob escaped his throat. I held him tighter, trying to pull him into me so that we would become one. I think he was having a problem not just with Kristal, but also potentially putting me in that situation. "Kristal will be fine Brad," I said softly. "I'm fine too, don't worry..." my voice trailing off. He hugged me tight and pushed me back slightly, kissing my forehead, "I'll be back later. Keep and eye on her OK. You really surprised me tonight, I'm glad you're all right..." He squeezed my hand and turned for the door. To say I wasn't glowing or filled with a sense of contentment at that moment, is an understatement. I stood there silently, watching him leave, pulling the front door closed quietly. God, I think I'm in love with... To be continued...