After getting carded and my hand stamped it was no time beforeI had a appletini in my hand and was swaying my hips to the music. I felta hand on my wa...ist, and I turned to look right into the face of the EMTthat took my blood...or was he one of the guys I fired? I couldn't see inthe dark, I just felt a needle in my arm as he whispered in my ear...whatdid he mean by "Soon"?I woke with sunlight on my face. A police sirens blaring outside. I hatedmy apartment, but it was what I could afford. I sat. I like partying, I mean, who doesn`t. My way of party is, of course, slutty. I think that`s no surprise. My parents don`t mind that because being slutty is part of my nature and that I`m responsible enough to either say no or fuck. But with some alcohol and hours of dancing, it is hard to say no. In a night club, I`m one of the girls who will either be in a group and talk and laugh and so on; we`ll get drinks and dance; Or I`ll be one of the girls to flirt, dance around with guys and later fuck. I didn't want to admit it but I really liked the look. I can't explain it, especially to guys but I thought I really looked great.These changes didn't go unnoticed at work. Most people at work accepted the new me pretty well but a couple of the women and one of the men didn't understand. Someone turned me in to Human Resources. I don't know who. Fortunately, my boss could care less what I looked like as long as I got my work done. He stood beside me when I got called in to the HR Office. . She was only twenty minutes late but coupled with that she was worried for her daughter. Richard appeared totally unfazed and left her to get on with her work. She was not herself though and knocked a vase of flowers off a table, shattering the vase. She was distraught and rushed into Richard's study without even knocking.Richard was clearly not pleased."What the hell do you mean just bursting in here without even knocking?" he demanded, his eyes cold and his face stern.Sharon was flummoxed..