Our Lovely Little One

Chapter 1:

Another Monday, which means the beginning to another fabulous week. Well, not really, but life is only as wonderful as you make it. With Sid in my life again, it's a lot easier to be happy. It's a lot easier to just say, fuck it and smile, even when things seem to be going to shit really fast. I can't believe he is still with me after all I put him through. True love is supposed to be patient though, and if you really love someone... you help them. Sid is just lovely, and i'm so glad that he came back for me. Honestly, if he didn't i'd probably still be on the same path I was two years ago.  Broken, mentally fucked, and hungry. 

"Miss? Could you please get me another cup of coffee? I'm running late," the impatient woman behind the counter asked me sounding a bit irritated. "Oh. Of course. I apologize. It's just one of those days." It's true, I mean afterall it was Monday and after the romantic weekend I had It was hard to get back to my daily tasks at the coffee shop. I poured the lady her coffee, and tried to focus my mind on nothing but work, but I found my mind dazing off often. I thought of the way Sid held me under the stars in Central Park.  We did that quite often, living a walk away from there had its advantages.

We frequently lay there and talk about life and how we used to be. Then normally we'd to go back to our apartment and fuck. I guess you can't change all the old habits, can you? My perverted daydream was soon interrupted by my slag of a boss, Judy. "Ms. Ainsworth? You have customers waiting on you! Honestly, get back to work, or we'll discuss demoting your current status at this company!" 

I politely agreed to her and apologized like a manman, but I couldn't help but think that this girl needed to be laid bad.

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My shift seemed never ending, but it eventually was time for me to leave. It was my job to close up the shop, but then again what wasn't my job? Suddenly, my stomach began to hurt. I had this nauseous feeling that would not go away. Before I knew it I ran to the bathroom and puked. "Gross." I mumbled to myself, as I wiped my mouth and flushed the toilet. I assumed that it was probably just something I ate, and finished cleaning myself up. 

Judy walked into the bathroom and stopped to look at me as I stood by the mirror. "Did you just get sick?" She asked me, as if it was some of her business. "Yes, but i'm fine, really."  The look on her face seemed to be disbelief, but I coudln't tell why. "Something you ate?" I nodded to her and gave her a reassuring smile. "Okay...I haven't seen you eat anything all day here, though."  WOW. She really had the nerve to say that to me. I happened to eat a croissant and had a cup of hot tea earlier. "I ate, I swear. Really. Look I've got to go. I'll see you tomorrow."

I walked out of there quickly,  not even giving her a chance to reply back with some smart ass comment. I hate when people assume I don't eat because i'm skinny. I'm perfectly normal! I'm better now, that's for sure. Totally, completely, 100 percent better. Honestly.