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I laugh. "While we were gone, she printed up flyers and passed them out during the game. Apparently we are having a Dirty Halloween promotion. But, surprise," I say, "she scheduled herself at the hostess stand and left you off the schedule."
 
"Of course she did. Well you know what? I'll schedule myself. I've already had several customers say that they prefer me over her," I say with a grin. "She won't know what hit her. Oh, and she saw the bracelet you gave me. Wondered how many holes got me it."
 
"How many holes got me the bracelet. Anyways," I say as I pull into the driveway. "I'm in the driveway, I'll be right up."

I hang up and walk up to the door and kiss you in greeting.
 
"Sadly, yes," I say, opening my door and letting you in. I close the door behind us. "She just wants a chance to upstage me."
 
"Probably so," I say as I put my bag down on your couch. "She goes all out on these things. Last year," I pause, then stop altogether.
 
I pull out my phone and tap around to Facebook. Then hand it to you. "She and Sheila are on the right." I sort of put my hands in my pockets and look at my shoes. "They were a big hit with the party."
 
"I can imagine," I say calmly. I look at you. "There ain't nothing to be ashamed of, sweetie, what happened?" I ask, concerned.
 
"She, uh," I started. "I uh...." I look sort of guilty, feeling stuck between you and the truth.
 
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"Did you guys screw?" I ask softly. "Baby, I'm not going to judge you, have I judged you yet?" I have you look at me, a good feat for a petite girl like me. "I'm not going to judge you, no matter what, as long as you tell me the truth."
 
I sigh. "We fucked in the bathroom at the party. Then she and Sheila called afterward and wanted to come over with drinks. So they did and we hung out. We got drunk and eventually, we ended up having sex again while Sheila watched, before we all passed out." I put my hand behind my head, wincing. "She knows what she's trying to do, I say." I point at the picture again. "I mean, if you didn't know she is a bitch, you can see why I'd, uh.....well you can see what happens." I kiss your forehead. "Sorry."
 
I give a small laugh. "It's okay sweetie." I take your hands in mine. "That is in the past, and she just wants you back. Well, she's going to have to fight mighty hard. She's jealous, and she's playing hard. I can understand why. As long as we're honest with each other, we'll do just fine." I snag a turnover and pop it into your mouth before you can say anything.
 
My eyes get wide and I nod as I eat the turnover. "Wow, that is GREAT." I say, reaching for another one. "You sure? I mean, she IS playing hard." I say, studying my amazing turnover in awe. "It either means she is playing for keeps or she is really worried you are."
 
"She's doing both," I say, eating a turnover myself. "And she knows I'm not backing off anytime soon, so you know what? No offense, baby, but it might turn ugly because of you. It's not ideal, but she's not going to give up. And neither am I." I kiss you.
 
"There's a catfight brewing," I explain. "I can feel the tension. I will be fine, baby." I kiss you again. "Now, let's talk about something more pleasant than Riley."
 
I grin and look down, noticeably checking out your little body as I do. "What's your costume gonna be?" I ask, flirting. "Anything that might make me need to speak with you in the manager's office?"
 
"Probably something sexy, revealing, and yes, I think you might," I grin back, loving the way you changed the subject.
 
"Mmmm!" I growl, kissing your neck and spanking your ass three times hard, but playful. "I can't wait. I'll make Scott have it cleaned this week. Or better, have Riley do it."
 
I squeal and squirm against you. "Thanks, baby," I say. I wiggle my ass playfully, loving the playful spanks.
 
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