THE JOB 7 – The game.
Beth had left, but we would definitely stay in touch. Of course, I fully expected her to be one of the guests expected at Simon’s tonight. It was my first official day off, so I spent it writing, relaxing, and doing body care. When I stood outside Simon’s door at 7, my skin smelled and felt like a freshly diapered baby’s bottom. Whatever awaited me—I was ready. The door was opened for me by Simon as usual, and he invited me in with a hand gesture. He took a step sideways to let me through, and I started to move. Either his step was a little too short, or he stopped in mid-motion because I gently bumped into him and brushed his chest with mine as I passed. It was my first physical contact with …