Rob finds himself at the bar. Again. He can't remember how he got there. He can't remember what he ordered. Most of the time, he hardly finishes his drink. The next thing he remember is waking up in his bed at his one bedroom apartment. It had only been a few days since Jane dropped him off in front of the club. The same time and place when he first got into her limo.
He hasn't been at work. The duffle bag Jane had given him the last time he was with her was still zipped up and unopened. He knew there was cash in there but the bag felt as though it was much heavier than just money.Everytime he looked at the bag, he was reminded of the night he last spoke to Jane. He knew that opening the bag would bring him so much more misery from remembering all the time he had spent with Jane.
It was a very unusual encounter and he was aware that no real relationship was ever practised in such a manner but what he had with Jane was as real as it ever got for him. He was still trying to grasp the reality he had been tossed back into but at some point, he just refuses to come back. He wants to lay in bed and think about the next time he would meet Jane. What could she be wearing? What could she possibly set him up to do next?
He knew that dancing at the club and stripping down was never going to be the same without having Jane watching him and looking at him and touching him.
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Life After Jane
General Fiction*A continuation of No Introduction* Rob had been dropped off at the club. The same place where he got into Jane's limo the week before. He had quite a week and now, he is struggling to get back to his life. It could never be the same ever again.
