Not nice in the normal, polite, neat & tidy way you dress for relatives you never see on Christmas day, fain by the vanilla of ‘real life'. But rath...er, the way you used to feel when you were fifteen, sneaking out to fuck your boyfriend for the first time, whose name you can’t really stand to hear even now, but still you enjoy remembrance in some sort of smut ridden romantic sadism. And if you close your eyes and breathe deep long enough, you can almost remember the way he tasted of his fathers. I was Anne’s boss and thought I should do my 'Good Samaritan' bit as she was stranded. It was her last day at work; she was leaving for another position elsewhere. Anne was married; she was young, twenty-four years old and very pretty. I was single and had never been attached to anyone in my forty-six years on this planet. As Anne was leaving this position, she needed to gather all her personnel belongings from work. She got all her things into her car, but I could not get all her things in. So I went back to her. I had a real life boyfriend at the time to. But he never said anything about Rachel. Hell we did it with her! He told her and I told her to leave the guy she was with, that she was better than that. But, she was scared of what he would do to her. He came home drunk every night. Beat her, and then called her names, then fuck her like a slut. She’s a kind person I told myself, she deserves better, needs better. I offered to move her down with me, and take care of her. I. She was pretty far from home. I pulled over and rolled down the window and asked if she was alright. She mumbled her words a little bit and said she was fine, just going home. I told her to hop in and I'd give her a ride and at first she said no but then she changed her mind. I watched her get in. She was wearing a tight black skirt with a low cut top and some heels on. We made some small talk, asking her what she was doing out this late. She had been drinking with some friends. I told her I've.