V off and sit on the edge of the bed. And suddenly there he is. He smiles at me dropping a bag onto the floor and walks over to me hugging me tight. ... "Baby why didn't you text me I've been so worried I'm so glad you're here Elizabeth." He smiles and holds my hand in his and leans over and kisses me softly. It's everything I dreamed it would be and I slowly kiss him back, wrapping my arms around his neck. He backs up and opens his bag and hands me a white rose, knowing it is my favorite. I pushed myself too long and hard with out a break. I was about to get out of the Navy, and was working at a pizza shop after hours. So being it was Friday evening and the truck I was supposed to be delivering pizza with broke down on the first delivery, I decided to take a night off. I went to the enlisted club on base and met up with some friends. I was drinking like I had before this last stretch of working and my alcohol tolerance was low so, I was getting drunk way faster than I. Both Gore and '3' entered. The look of confusion upon my plaything's face was priceless as '3' walked directly into the cell and placed a neat stack of clothes upon the bed. "Return to the cell and dress, quickly, or your breakfast will be cold." Shock turned to near panic as my plaything hurried to obey, '3' assisting her to dress in the clothes she had worn to the interview, now all freshly laundered.Once my girl was dressed, '3' used the make-up from my plaything's handbag to re-create the. I know you hear that phrase a lot, but sympathize. I lost my job at a private corporation that my father had 50% of his stocks in. He believed that I would have my life set out for me to the day I died. I tried the job, which sat me in a desk with no windows. Just a door to have my boss pop in once in a while. Did I mention I was a wuss? To add to my hellsih life, my boss tried to fool me and succeeded. He sent a gorgeous, steamy, young, hot secretary of his to my office. I didn't notice that.