car garage and quickly close the garage door. I watched a scary movie a few years ago where a serial killer attacked its victim as they were in their garage. It freaked me out for the longest time, now I carry pepper spray on my key-chain.
My Pomeranian, Rusty comes running to the door, her nails click on the porcelain tiles as she prances into the mudroom. As always, she spins in three circles and barks until I pick her up like a little baby. “Did you give Casanova a hard time today?” Casanova is my ill tempered solid black Persian cat. Rusty barks in agreement that she did indeed annoy the cat all day.
After an epic game of fetch with a mini-tennis ball and Rusty, I call it a night. Casanova was right where I expected him to be, in the center of the bed resting after a long day of napping and grooming. He’ll move up closer to my head once I turn off the lights and start reading my Kindle. One of the girls from work convinced me to read The Vampire Academy books by Richelle Mead. She would carry on about how Dimitri is so hot and one day she is going to find her a Russian to marry.
Marriage is the one thing I can’t imagine myself doing, not after dating Kyle. We met in co llege at NC State and started dating exclusively after knowing each other for a week. I was mesmerized by his intellect and protective ways, until two of his ex-girlfriends contacted me about what happened to them. He’d never hit me, so I didn’t believe he hit them. We dated for five months and then the shit hit the fan. I was talking to a guy in the library; he asked me if I was related to a girl named Kim. Kyle stormed over, grabbed my arm and pulled me away from the guy. Like a wildfire he went from sweet and attentive, to mentally unstable.
It wasn’t as though I’d never been hit before, hell, live with a paranoid alcoholic long enough and they’re bound to hit you sooner or later. Kyle followed me to my dorm one night and beat the snot out of me. My roommate , Autumn, found me and called 911. I filed charges and put a restraining order against him. Since I’ve moved back to the coast, I haven’t heard from him. If I never hear from him again, it will be too soon.
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Thursday 5:00 pm
I pull up to my store Apple Sacks and notice the parking lot is full. That’s a great sign since the economy has been so bad. I haven’t suffered from the economy too bad, between my online store and beach season, I stay busy. I carry tons of lingerie as well as corsets. Our corsets sell out in less than a week. The craze about corset training has been phenomenal. Thanks to 50 Shades everyone is a nymph.
“Girls, make sure you take out the trash on your way out tonight. I’m meeting Gwen for dinner to go over everything for the fashion show next month. If that one high school girl comes in and tries to return anything, tell her to come back when I’m here. She’s always trying to return things when I’m not here.” My business degree didn’t go over how to handle habitual buyer’s remorse. I don’t think she is remorseful, I think she likes to wear a new outfit, tuck the tags away and bring it back for a refund.
“Is this your store?” A customer asks.
I smile at the petite blonde girl, no older than eighteen. “Yes, it’s all mine.”
She has a handful of hangers in her left hand and this year’s Gucci Jackie Flora canvas shoulder bag. The same purse I pinned on Pinterest the other night. It’s only a twelve-hundred dollar purse and a teenager is carrying it; the injustices in the world.
“I love everything. Look at everything I found today! I almost died seven times when I saw the pink and white candy striped nighty, so I’m buying two! You’re the only place who carries a 32D bra. I mean seriously, don’t designers get it? The black and white zebra striped curtains and frames
My Pomeranian, Rusty comes running to the door, her nails click on the porcelain tiles as she prances into the mudroom. As always, she spins in three circles and barks until I pick her up like a little baby. “Did you give Casanova a hard time today?” Casanova is my ill tempered solid black Persian cat. Rusty barks in agreement that she did indeed annoy the cat all day.
After an epic game of fetch with a mini-tennis ball and Rusty, I call it a night. Casanova was right where I expected him to be, in the center of the bed resting after a long day of napping and grooming. He’ll move up closer to my head once I turn off the lights and start reading my Kindle. One of the girls from work convinced me to read The Vampire Academy books by Richelle Mead. She would carry on about how Dimitri is so hot and one day she is going to find her a Russian to marry.
Marriage is the one thing I can’t imagine myself doing, not after dating Kyle. We met in co llege at NC State and started dating exclusively after knowing each other for a week. I was mesmerized by his intellect and protective ways, until two of his ex-girlfriends contacted me about what happened to them. He’d never hit me, so I didn’t believe he hit them. We dated for five months and then the shit hit the fan. I was talking to a guy in the library; he asked me if I was related to a girl named Kim. Kyle stormed over, grabbed my arm and pulled me away from the guy. Like a wildfire he went from sweet and attentive, to mentally unstable.
It wasn’t as though I’d never been hit before, hell, live with a paranoid alcoholic long enough and they’re bound to hit you sooner or later. Kyle followed me to my dorm one night and beat the snot out of me. My roommate , Autumn, found me and called 911. I filed charges and put a restraining order against him. Since I’ve moved back to the coast, I haven’t heard from him. If I never hear from him again, it will be too soon.
____________________________________________
Thursday 5:00 pm
I pull up to my store Apple Sacks and notice the parking lot is full. That’s a great sign since the economy has been so bad. I haven’t suffered from the economy too bad, between my online store and beach season, I stay busy. I carry tons of lingerie as well as corsets. Our corsets sell out in less than a week. The craze about corset training has been phenomenal. Thanks to 50 Shades everyone is a nymph.
“Girls, make sure you take out the trash on your way out tonight. I’m meeting Gwen for dinner to go over everything for the fashion show next month. If that one high school girl comes in and tries to return anything, tell her to come back when I’m here. She’s always trying to return things when I’m not here.” My business degree didn’t go over how to handle habitual buyer’s remorse. I don’t think she is remorseful, I think she likes to wear a new outfit, tuck the tags away and bring it back for a refund.
“Is this your store?” A customer asks.
I smile at the petite blonde girl, no older than eighteen. “Yes, it’s all mine.”
She has a handful of hangers in her left hand and this year’s Gucci Jackie Flora canvas shoulder bag. The same purse I pinned on Pinterest the other night. It’s only a twelve-hundred dollar purse and a teenager is carrying it; the injustices in the world.
“I love everything. Look at everything I found today! I almost died seven times when I saw the pink and white candy striped nighty, so I’m buying two! You’re the only place who carries a 32D bra. I mean seriously, don’t designers get it? The black and white zebra striped curtains and frames
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