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goodness inside me. Malcolm picked up his speed. I knew he was getting close, so I dug my nails into his back as I felt the sensation of another orgasm building up. “Fuck me harder!” I yelled at him. The deep growl he made as he pounded into me let me know of his impending release. As soon as I felt him go, I let go again, thrusting and rubbing on him as much as I could, milking every last sensation out of him.
    It’s official! I can check off a random lay on my bucket list thingy. Woot Woot!
     

 
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
    C HAPTER 6
     
     
    The New Me
     
    4 Weeks Later…
    I sit here eating a slice of pizza while perusing Pinterest in search of my next creation. I spend most nights like this—nibbling on frozen pizza, junk food, slamming the wine, while surfing Pinterest. Once I find a project that strikes my fancy, I get to work creating it smack dab in front of the TV, fulfilling my reality TV fix.
    I’m pretty sure my apartment may be considered a candidate for Hoarders at this moment, because in my living room are mounds and heaps of colorful material, ribbon, hot glue guns, lace, bling and several other crafty items. The lack of a social life has really helped me create several amazing items for my new shop. I’m adding the finishing touches tomorrow and planning on flipping the switch on the Open sign this Saturday.
    This little town has been perfect for me. With a population around 1,500, it’s an upbeat, yet peaceful town. It could easily be labeled the picture-perfect small town, USA. Competitions for the prettiest yards are held monthly, every holiday there’s a huge town celebration and Main Street is always clean and decorated with American flags and hanging flower baskets.
    I’ve met several new people by doing business at their stores. I have yet to find a Malcolm in this sleepy little town. I do believe my Malcolm was a once in a lifetime opportunity. Old Man Jenkins at the local hardware store is probably my favorite new buddy in town. He really does take care of me by making sure I had the all the right supplies while I fixed up my shop and apartment. I’ve dropped a lot of money in his little dusty hardware store. I’ve restored my shop from head to toe. When I needed lumber cut or some strong muscles, Old Man Jenkins was more than happy to come help me out. I always offered to pay him, but he always refused, so I repaid him in coffee. I was trying to perfect my menu for the coffee shop. He was the perfect guinea pig, and always a good sport for drinking the fancy lattes and mochas I fixed him.
    The other place in town that became my home away from home was the local beauty salon. Lacey’s Salon was right across the street from my shop. It was a bright pink building with purple trim. I made my first appointment with Lacey. Fate was truly working because Lacey was the only younger hip hairstylist there. The four other hairdressers were veterans who had mastered the rolling curlers, back combing and perms, and were referred to as the old bags. I had no idea that people actually paid to still get their hair permed. Lacey’s bread and butter was the young crowd in town. She was a hair ninja when it came to coloring and trendy cuts.
    Lacey was my age with a current and trendy hair cut with big brown chunks of hair framing her face, while the rest of her hair was a beautiful golden blonde. Lacey’s arms were covered in beautiful tattoos and her ears were full of shiny piercings. She pulled off a beautiful grungy style with a lot of sass. I’m pretty sure Lacey was the type of gal who could pull off any style. She was the same height as me at 5’6” and a size eight. We were both blessed with chunky asses and gorgeous, plump boobies. We were absolutely sisters from another mister!
    Long hair was always expected of me. My chestnut brown hair was always long, thick and wavy. I wanted and needed something different for the new me. I put my faith into the newfound stranger and let her have