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Chapter 19

I plunged myself into a heavy work regime. Day after day I would voluntarily take on more then I could handle. I stayed back at the office each night till wee hours of the morning trying to get through my new shit load of work. I knew I was needlessly punishing myself for some inexplicable wrong that I knew I committed but had no idea what that wrong was. Regardless, the work served me well for I was unable to dwell on the various jocks in my life who have quite suddenly for no apparent reason deemed me a fair play at least in the kissing scene. I was sure it was my advancing age that did it. A virgin at my age was unheard off and one that looked like me even less so. I was no super model but my curves were well portioned and my face attractive. I also made friends with the opposite sex easily enough. If those guy werent your average playboy type. Those I rightly shun as a pure waste of time.  Even their pretty faces and gorgeous bodies were not at all worth the effort. They had heart break written all over them. I for one would not be drawn down that path. It was a motto I'd lived by thus far and I don't see it changing anytime soon.

I resolutely ignored the niggling urge to live dangerously and embrace life or more apptly embrace the first hot bod that crossed my path. I mean do I reall want to die a virgin. I could get my life force knocked out of me at any point in time. Do I really want to go meet my maker without first sampling some of His other awesome products namely the males of my specie.

It was great provoking thoughts such as these that occupied what free time I had in that hectic week. All too soon Friday arrived and I had a lunch appointment with the delectible Josh who had called me just yesterday to arrange this lunch meeting to discuss my house.

I was by now seriously considering in Josh being my first. Afterall,he and I shared no bitter sweet history, like Brett and I did although it was more bitter then sweet, and there would be no lasting complications as they would be with Mark with him being my boss and all. So it was with this great conundrum running through my mind that I made my way to my favourite coffee shop that morning.

The queue this day seemed longer than normal but I was not in a hurry to get to work this morning I had no pressing matter and I had already clocked in more than my share this week, so much so that were I to remain at home even it would go unquestioned. So I patiently waited not willing to go without my beloved coffee for anything.

Finally, after much waiting I got to the front of the queue. Lost in my thoughts as I was I had not been paying attention to my surroundings so what was waiting infront of me was a shocker. A gorgeous adonis stood before me asking for my coffee preference. After I mastered enough self control to shut my gaping mouth I swollowed the drool that pooled in before angrily demanding, "Where is Martha?" I had had it up to there with gorgeous hunks I would not tollerate them taking over my sanctuary, Martha's Coffee shop.

"Did you not see the sign out front?" thw hunk named Ron questioned somewhat bleakly making me think this was not the first time the question had been posed to him in just such an angry manner.

"What signs?" I exclaimed angrily not liking where I suspected this was going.

" Martha sold out. This is now Ron' Cafe," he said then visibly braced for the onslaught that must have followed that god awful statement numerous times before this. But I was feeling suddenly quite overwhelmingly deflated. Just like that the fight had gone out of me. My sole inspiration for living was gone. I had never really realised it before but my whole world revolved around that one cup of coffee, Martha's coffee. I felt ny eyes water up then like a flooded river it flowed out in streams.

"Damn! Don't do that! Cassie? Take over here. Look miss ...don't ...cry," came the anxious sounds from the hunk named Ron. He even belted over the counter and had me sobbing openly in his arms as he escorted me to an office at the back.