Shadowlace
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Emma wiped the thick substances from her lips as she exited the unisex bathroom of the bar she worked at. The Slender blonde looked about seeing if her fellow group member had arrived
Having spent the night in her car the brown eyed widow, seemed to have partied a little to hard after last nights meeting. Though it was hard last night was her dead husbands brithday. What was worse her daugther went over to a friends house leaving Emma alone. Emma, alone went from her house to work. There she drank liberally leading to a hook up.
It wasn't the normal routine for her, but on certain days she just needed someone to hold. Such a feeling led to a night of casual sex. It was fun but also exhausting because it really didnt fill the hole James left. Strangely the person she was meeting with alleviated it. She was dwarn to them but also felt weird.
This person was a woman. A woman who had known James. It was Helen, another woman in the support group. A wonderful woman who she had welcomed to the group with open arms. Despite being its black sheep.
Still Emma went over to the booth as a man exited the bathroom behind her and went back over to the bar to get his regular order of whiskey and eggs.
Emma felt nervous, especially as she pulled the mint from her pocket and sat hoping Helen came soon. If not she may have to drag the man back in for something more then a blow job.
Having spent the night in her car the brown eyed widow, seemed to have partied a little to hard after last nights meeting. Though it was hard last night was her dead husbands brithday. What was worse her daugther went over to a friends house leaving Emma alone. Emma, alone went from her house to work. There she drank liberally leading to a hook up.
It wasn't the normal routine for her, but on certain days she just needed someone to hold. Such a feeling led to a night of casual sex. It was fun but also exhausting because it really didnt fill the hole James left. Strangely the person she was meeting with alleviated it. She was dwarn to them but also felt weird.
This person was a woman. A woman who had known James. It was Helen, another woman in the support group. A wonderful woman who she had welcomed to the group with open arms. Despite being its black sheep.
Still Emma went over to the booth as a man exited the bathroom behind her and went back over to the bar to get his regular order of whiskey and eggs.
Emma felt nervous, especially as she pulled the mint from her pocket and sat hoping Helen came soon. If not she may have to drag the man back in for something more then a blow job.
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