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her body and the sensations running up my spine. As my orgasm builds and I’m near explosion, her body clenches around mine as she meets her own end. Her groans and moans are enough to make me pump harder and release quickly.
    She holds onto the sink in front of her and I briefly rest my chest on her back while I try to catch my breath. In moments, she’s washing and drying her hands, fixing her hair, and reapplying lipstick she’s taken from a purse I didn’t even notice. As I’m zipping back up, I smile at her and begin to ask if I can buy her a drink. She turns to me stopping my movements and gives her head a soft shake as if she knows my exact thoughts. With a smile, she kisses me on the cheek and murmurs, “Thanks.”
    I’m speechless for the first time in I don’t even know how long. My mind is spinning as I watch her unlock the door and walk out. When a man walks in immediately following her exit, he smiles at me knowingly. “Wow,” he says, but I ignore him. Turning to the sink, I wash my hands. Looking in the mirror, I see red lipstick smears on my mouth, and I grab a towel to wash them away. Blinking rapidly, I finally come to my senses. Running out the door, I look around and even call out, “Wait!”
    But, it’s useless.
    She’s nowhere to be found.
    The same thought resounds in my head and I finally give it voice, even though there’s no one to answer. “Who was that girl?”

 

     
    After putting in four very long days straight, having a day off feels great. I’ve grown accustomed to my shift of four days, ten hour shifts instead of the three twelves I put in before, but since I took the assistant head nurse job over the Emergency Department at the hospital, my shifts extend beyond their scheduled time even longer than before. I knew accepting the job would mean more responsibility and likely a greater time commitment, but some days, they seem to last forever. And on those days when the patient volume is abnormally light, I swear time moves slower than a woman at Target on senior discount Tuesday. Yesterday was one of those days. I did get a lot of work done in the office and schedules developed for next month between dealing with the patient issues and handling a few myself, but what a day it was. Today, sleeping in until my body decided it was time to wake up, instead of rising to a blaring phone alarm forcing me out of bed is amazing.
    I couldn’t help but take my time with everything this morning, starting with getting out of bed. Usually, I shoot out of bed like my sheets are on fire. Today, I enjoy the feeling of my skin against the sheets as I stretch my muscles for a long time. The delicious pull in my back, arms, calves and all the way to my toes feels amazing. And I stretch again at the side of my bed and curl my toes in the carpet of my bedroom floor as though it is the very first time I’ve enjoyed its lushness. My shower is extra long as well. I take my time using my favorite deep conditioner, smelling the jasmine in my body wash and even running the razor over my legs. The warm water massaging my skin feels marvelous and is rejuvenating. How therapeutic. This is what being in the moment feels like. What a contrast to typical mornings of getting clean and finishing my morning routine as efficiently as possible.
    When I step out of the shower and towel off, I decide that full hair and makeup is in order. When I’m at work, my hair is pulled back into a pony or into a high bun and my makeup is minimal. It isn’t until I’m standing naked in front of the mirror, towel drying my hair, that I see a small bruise on my lower pelvis. My mind flashes to bending over the sink in the bar bathroom. My body repeatedly hit the porcelain hard, but I could have cared less. The man at my back and the feelings he was emitting in me were all I cared about – all I ever care about. His face and body flash through my mind again - dark hair cropped close to his head, lots of tattoos, full lips and