-Late Morning-
She'd left the Quicksand after wiping her eyes and ensuring her makeup looked decent. She needed to get back home before mid-day as she had an appointment. The hurried trip home only interrupted three times by calls over the linkpearl.
"Melodia....are you busy? Interested in a little fun?"
"Hi, Mel....we're looking for a third....care to join?"
"Mel, I'm so lonely."
She'd refused them all, though somewhere deep inside of her she'd silently cursed the appointment she had.
Preparing for a client meant ensuring that she looked the part. A pressed blue suit jacket and white shirt, a skirt and stockings. Fine shoes completed the outfit...almost. She slipped on her pair of oval glasses and looked in the mirror with a soft smile. Now she looked the part of the counselor. She paced about the small room she used as a double for her office and looked back at the sliding partition that separated this world from her other and blushed. She still had some time and slid the partition open and gazed at the setting in the back. The large bed....the shower and tub...the pillar that randomly stood out in the room....each place had its purpose for her. She stepped to the pillar and slid her hand along the smooth wood and bit her lower lip. How many women had she seen against this simply designed piece of furniture? A barrage of faces flooded her mind and she shook her head, stepping back away.
"Now's not the time..." She took a deep breath, and went back to the front half of the room, sliding the door closed, a hidden wall between this life and her other. So close that it was much like a voyeur, ever watching the clients as they came through. How they'd surely shun her if they knew what happened behind that simple divide.
Straightening her coat and adjusting her glasses she took another deep breath and imagined that simple grass valley and the little girl from her dream and heard the knock at the door.
It was time.
Time for her to meet with her client, but more importantly, to put on her mask of normalcy. To pretend, for just a bit....that she was one of them.
For the moment, she was a counselor, and nothing more.
She'd left the Quicksand after wiping her eyes and ensuring her makeup looked decent. She needed to get back home before mid-day as she had an appointment. The hurried trip home only interrupted three times by calls over the linkpearl.
"Melodia....are you busy? Interested in a little fun?"
"Hi, Mel....we're looking for a third....care to join?"
"Mel, I'm so lonely."
She'd refused them all, though somewhere deep inside of her she'd silently cursed the appointment she had.
Preparing for a client meant ensuring that she looked the part. A pressed blue suit jacket and white shirt, a skirt and stockings. Fine shoes completed the outfit...almost. She slipped on her pair of oval glasses and looked in the mirror with a soft smile. Now she looked the part of the counselor. She paced about the small room she used as a double for her office and looked back at the sliding partition that separated this world from her other and blushed. She still had some time and slid the partition open and gazed at the setting in the back. The large bed....the shower and tub...the pillar that randomly stood out in the room....each place had its purpose for her. She stepped to the pillar and slid her hand along the smooth wood and bit her lower lip. How many women had she seen against this simply designed piece of furniture? A barrage of faces flooded her mind and she shook her head, stepping back away.
"Now's not the time..." She took a deep breath, and went back to the front half of the room, sliding the door closed, a hidden wall between this life and her other. So close that it was much like a voyeur, ever watching the clients as they came through. How they'd surely shun her if they knew what happened behind that simple divide.
Straightening her coat and adjusting her glasses she took another deep breath and imagined that simple grass valley and the little girl from her dream and heard the knock at the door.
It was time.
Time for her to meet with her client, but more importantly, to put on her mask of normalcy. To pretend, for just a bit....that she was one of them.
For the moment, she was a counselor, and nothing more.
