“Oh no, baby, no.” Josie hurriedly sat opposite Rennie on the piano bench, with her denim covered knees facing away from the keyboard, and took hi...s saddened face in her own gentle hands. “Baby, what’s wrong?” she asked somewhat fearfully, as she softly smoothed away the tracks of moisture with her thumbs and searched his eyes with her own.Obviously struggling for control, Rennie momentarily stared down at his own hands and silently shook his head. It wasn’t so much a denial as a delay, but. It is wearing a red bow tie, Oh my God, a pair of pink knee-high socks and, is that, Oh my fucking God, they are covered in unicorns. Her heart almost jumps three feet and she immediately looks around at the staff. No one is even looking her way, 'what the hell. Who left these?' A small banner between the paws says, "Hi Emily."Still, no one is looking at her and she begins to finish getting ready for her shift. As she walks past the plating station she sees Jacob for the first time tonight.. She might end up as a wealthy person's housemaid, or maybe a sex slave in some Asian brothel. Neither of these most hopeful of options were likely, however. There was little demand for 40-something sex slaves. People who could afford such luxuries usually preferred young slaves, without stretch marks and saggy tits. She knew she'd probably end up in a BDSM brothel, or at best, a labor slave somewhere, probably doing the backbreaking harvesting migrant workers once performed. And when she was. I paid the cabbie and gave him a generous tip. I hauled my bag into the bar and sat down on a stool. The bartenders were gorgeous. They smiled as I threw a $100 bill on the bar and ordered shots for myself and all the bartenders. It felt good, I was feeling alive. We downed SoCo and I sipped a Natural Light chaser.Why am I doing this? Do I really hate my life this much or am I just looking for something different? I was feeling good, the alcohol was coursing through my veins and warming.