Shaking my head in dismay, I started walking towards the back door of the restaurant, wiping gelid globs of salsa off as I went.Just before I reached ...the door, I plowed hard into a grey barrier that had not been there a second ago. "Oh for fucks sake, what is this shit?" I yelled at the top of my lungs. Blood from my nose was joining the salsa adorning my uniform as I stared at the grey barrier in furious disbelief. It took a few seconds for the light to dawn on me what the massive grey barrier. I spent a bit of the day traveling back and forth to Paine Field in Everett. This afternoon I pickup a very handsome guy, tan, muscular looking, and a bit drunk from his flight back from Vegas. I was wearing an above the knee skirt and showing a little cleavage from a push up bra I had on. As soon as he got in my car he was very chatty and I laughed at all his jokes. He got to asking me about why I Uber and if guys hit on me because as he put it, “You’re a good looking women.”I admitted to him. “Let’s see what we have for you to wear dear” she said. Handing Ann a t-shirt and a thong she looked pleased with the result. “I think you had better shave your pussy” Rhonda said “would you like me to do”. “No” replied Ann, somewhat surprised “I can do it”. Rhonda took her back into the bathroom and sat there watching her. Once finished they went back out into the bedroom and Ann put the thong back on. “Oh much better dear. You look very nice but put a bit of lipstick on for Victor. I am sure. She felt so detached. Before Monaco, she’d become adept at writing off his flaws and blinding them out with all the good things he did. But it wasn’t easy anymore. Marco had changed everything. Every time she closed her eyes she thought of him. The way he felt. The way he spoke. The way he touched her. Nike swallowed hard. She tucked a loose strand of dark hair behind her ear and pressed her legs together hard.She picked up her wine and sipped.*She picked up her fourth cuba libre and eyed Marco.