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God’s sake, Grace, you don’t have to look so scared,” she says, while controlling her sudden need for laughter at my expense. I’m a laughing stock, that’s just great. It would only be worse if they all found out about my past. I can’t go in that room; if I do I will give myself away.
         “Grace, you have gone as white as a sheet.”  I suddenly feel so cold and hot at the same time with fear just as the walls around me seem to be getting close to me, preventing me from breathing.
         “Grace, are you OK?”  I can feel Amber’s hand on my bare shoulder, just as the manager of the bar comes to stand by us.
         “Grace, get up those stairs to the second room. The man that is waiting for you is willing to spend a lot of money.” I look up at him with as much disgust as I can, while I try to say with as much courage as I possibly can
         “Anthony, I told you when I started that I wouldn’t do that.”
         “He has asked for you personally, in which case my hands are tied.” He says, with that awful smile of his that sends shivers down my spine.
         “You lucky bitch, Grace, you could make a load tonight in that room.” Amber says, while she looks between me and Anthony. I feel sick, I really cannot do this.
         “I can’t.” I barely manage to whisper.
         “Yes, you can and you will unless you want to be fired.” I look at Anthony with shock as he hands me a tray with a single glass of whiskey.
         “Your punter is waiting.” Amber says, as I turn around and make my way to my fate. I have never felt this bad since I left Taunton and with each step, I can feel the bile threaten to rise up my throat. The thoughts that consume me consist of a past that I have tried so hard to forget, but as I step closer to the private rooms the words that were once said become so clear in my mind, as if it were only yesterday. The cold hands around my mouth suffocating my screams as I struggle within the arm that engulfs my scared body.
         “You’ll like it, bitch.”
         “I’m going to rip through you.”
         “You tell anyone and I’ll make you pay.”
          I stop suddenly as someone bumps past me and at that moment I have to force myself to remember where I am. It’s the past, the past can’t hurt me any longer unless I allow it to and I’ve had enough of allowing myself to be consumed by a past I can’t change. I make it to the top of the stairs to the security guard who lets me past the rope so I can make my way to room two. As I stand outside the door I try to control my thoughts, while I take in a few deep breaths. My past can no longer hurt me if I don’t allow it to. I keep repeating that to myself, trying to get the courage to find out what will happen in this room. I slowly open the door while resting the tray on my other hand as I try to make as much of a graceful entrance as I can. I walk through the door and I can see a tall figure looking out the glass down to the dance floor. He’s wearing dark jeans that just seem to hug at his bum, calling for me to take a squeeze. What is wrong with you at the moment, Grace? I step closer to him and his aftershave is male and enticing to my suddenly sensitive nose.
         “Your drink, sir?” I say, just as he turns around and I am met by a familiar face.
         “Y….you.”
         “Hello, Miss Grace.” He says, with an almost devilish smile that makes my legs weak at the knees and my core come alive.
         “W…what are. Y.. you doing here?” I try to take in a deep breath, but know I fail miserably when it comes through as a little shudder.
         “Why are you here?”
         “I needed a drink.” Oh, God, that accent. He steps towards me and takes his glass from my tray and as I watch I feel envious of the glass that touches his lips. Soft yet powerful lips that would just take control of my own as he lavished me. What am I doing? Why