What Goes Around Comes Around

We're Losers

My parents were going on a cruise. I was to look after Peaches and Herb, their Persian cats. I was also going to apply at the supper club atop the towering bank building. I dropped the girls off. I went to their house. I filled myself up with some food, fed the cars and drove to the supper club. I walked in with my application, noticeably pregnant. They lady asked if she could help me. I told her I was looking for a job. She took my resume, but I knew was not going to get called. I went home, got on the internet and looked at "Gar" for a while. He was doing well. Just spent a weekend with his frat brothers at the big game. God, he was hot. He was a clean cut Johnny Depp. Emmy had a MySpace as well. Emmy was cute. She was one of those pretty girls who had babies and doubled. I hoped to get my future back. However, this baby was making me fatter. Was it because I was older? Was it because it was different hormones raging in me?

The Slab was closing for our "Thanksgiving". I got a cute dress that cost A LOT, but my mom helped. She said, "You deserve to look nice." I ran into Epsie one morning. She asked how "things" were. I was honest.

"How are things, my dear?"
"I am getting fat. I am scared I am going to,lose my house? I am eBaying everything."
"Well, your unkindness is coming back."
"Probably so. More to come."
"Epsie, I get I was unkind. Epsie, I get I am pregnant with antiher man's baby, but things will settle in a few years?  I hope?"
Chin up!  Deal with it." 

What did she mean by that?

The Slab was all decorated when we got there. We barely said two words to each other, he did say, "I am getting trashed tonight. I am glad you are pregnant!!" He grabbed a top shelf drink or seven, as it was all free and we sat at a table where I made shitty comment after shitty comment. Chloe looked at me. She would make it known on Sunday, but I was their only hope on Saturday nights. She made it known, she was upset at my comments. I did not have a ground with Chloe.  She wanted me out but her husband found something redeeming about me.  "Look, she's hurt,  give her grace!"  I overheard him one Saturday because I was not "smiling" or "selling the sizzle". 

"Yeah, we're winners. Your weekend bitch is now here," I said. Katrin always talked about how much she loved that shift. "I love serving the weekends. They are fun and I make celebrations wonderful." She had to have been lying to herself.   I hated the weekends and would hate them for a long time.   We sat there, just us two.   We watched the other people interns t and mingle.  Five years ago it was us.   We were an IT couple. Mr we made The Slab, but now it was the new people, the youth.   We were just the bitches. 

    "See, we're losers Christine," he told me.  "I was thinking, once the baby is born , maybe we need to go back to Chesapeake, be in fishing boats and living off the land.   We are going to have to sell that house.  You know that.   Your eBay is great, keeps the lights on,  but in the end, we are gonna have to move.  You know this."   I wanted to bawl.  I loved my home with the big staircase and nice furniture I was going to have cleaned and sold.   My girls were catching on.  "I hear that you might have to have help paying for my school," Gabbie told me one day.   I wanted to bawl.  

   After the dinner was over, we went home.   The house was quiet and the girls were asleep.  Bliss in our lives was running out.   Phil stood behind me, his cock in my back, so I went upstairs and obliged him.   We were losers.   We had no hope,