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comes and I start the monotonous routine all over again. Nowadays, I'm just trying to make it to Thursday, wishing it would come much sooner.
    This week has passed in a blur. The bastard that I work for took on four new clients and asked that I basically go on fact-finding missions to corroborate their claims. Such a pain in the ass, but today is Thursday and the only thing that could put a damper on my mood would have to be the death of a family member. Even then, I would probably ask you which one. My parents passed away in a horrendous car accident five years ago and being an only child, it has pretty much been me on my own since then.
    This work day seems to drag on as I wait impatiently for night to fall. Sitting at my desk I'm humming - humming! For Pete's sake, I’m pathetic… Glancing at the clock, I see that I only have 5 minutes before I’m done for the day and then I can head home and get ready for tonight. Oh god, tonight… The feel of Alex's dainty but strong hands on my body, her lips and tongue bringing me over and over into non-stop orgasms. I shudder as I think of the pleasure I know that she will bring to me. In the shower, I shave every inch of my body. I'm so excited and aroused by thoughts of her that just grazing my fingertips over my clit can almost throw me over the edge. I'm practically panting my way through these mundane tasks when I hear an unexpected knock at the door. Grabbing my robe, I walk over to pick up the folded note that has been slid underneath the door and now sits a good foot inside the apartment. Alex’s scent lingers on the note and I breathe it in deeply, smiling as I open it to read its contents…
     
    "Felicity, My Sweet,
    I'm sorry.
    Goodbye,
    Alexandria"
     
    At first, I'm struck by the beauty of her penmanship. The lettering is all gorgeous curves and precise movements, so much like the female herself. When the words in the note finally sink in, my heart plummets to my stomach. My whole body is tensing and my vision is wavering with unshed moisture that is gathering and ready to spill over. I walk over to the window, hoping to look out to catch a glimpse of her walking away, hoping that she changes her mind. I wait and I'm now staring aimlessly into the night. By the time I turn away from the window, two hours have passed. Consumed with utter disappointment, I slip into my bed and let the tears fall freely, soaking my pillow.
    Why? Why? Why am I so upset? I know nothing about her really… all I know was one room and orgasms. Why does it hurt so badly? Fuck this! I won't let this damage me. I won't feel abandoned.
    Bouncing out of bed with more enthusiasm than I feel, I begin to dress. I am not going to wallow. I am going to live. Rummaging through my closet, I find my go-to little black dress. Slipping the silky fabric over my head, I feel it slither down my body, landing around my upper thighs and I immediately feel sexy. I slip on my matching four-inch black stilettos which make my legs look a mile long. I add some finishing touches to my make-up and then I fluff my wavy brunette hair one last time before I head for the door of my tiny apartment, determined to enjoy the night.
    I take the stairs down from my third floor apartment. It’s a task in these heels but I just can't seem to bring myself to care. As long as I don’t tumble down and break something, it’s all good. Making my way through the front door, I stand at the curb and flag down one of the hundreds of cabs that troll my Chicago neighborhood at night.
    Jumping into the first one that stops, I throw out the name of a club that I recently heard one of the clients talking about, the other day. The surly looking taxi driver nods affirmatively and starts to drive me toward my destination. In the quiet of the car, I can't help but think back on the last couple of months. My somber mood turns into arousal as I relive visions of Alex’s lips and hands on me, our bodies grinding against one another while I