How was she going to handle the rink after all this time, she wondered. Time will tell, time will tell. She repeated that phrase to herself over and o...ver again for as long as she could remember. It helped soothe her anxiety somewhat when she was reminded that things have a way of working themselves out. As she grabbed her bag from the overhead bin, her stomach did flips. Trent, she remembered. She was supposed to meet Trent, her old teammate and coworker at the rink, tonight. Oh why did she. There was a plant in the corner and a long black couch at the back of the office. I sat on a small chair opposite them. She was standing and he was sat. I sat here as they told me to “take a seat”. When I sat the door was locked by the wife using the deadlock key. I asked “whats up?”My boss held his hands in front of his him and said “we’ve got a proposition for you”She calmed me and said not to worry and touched by my shoulders when she did this.My heart flickered quicker and I felt a strange. Ganda is a little weirded out by the request.She selects only one.OK I will try and if she says no, then you will pick another.She agrees. I suggest Ganda go into one of the shops close to the food court for five minutes and she gathers herself up and does as I have asked.The first woman Ganda selects sits down with a guy. I text her, she comes back and eventually selects another girl. Once again Ganda leaves. I approach the woman. She is nice but it comes out that she has a boyfriend. Strike. We hesitated. Then you placed a finger on your lips, motioning me to be quiet; and we both relaxed, leaning quietly against the doorframe, enjoying the entertainment.Both Heather and her companion (who was unknown to us) were fully clothed, but the young man was trying to correct the situation. He slipped his hand inside her blouse, which was already half unbuttoned; she moaned softly, but slowly, reluctantly, pulled his hand away. He slowly reached in again, undoing one more button; even more.