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            The next morning didn't come quickly as nightmares haunted my dreams. I woke up somewhat late into the next afternoon, and decided I'd go to work early. Even though hours had passed since I had been away from Luke, I was still on the brink of tears as I pulled on my work tank top and jeans.
             The bar was as dark and dreary as ever, yet I welcomed it rather than being in that shabby hotel room. As men sat around the large dirty room, taking gulps of there drinks between long depressing pauses, I finally understood why they did it.
             My co worker Emily saw me staring, and must have noticed something was wrong. She looked away when I saw her staring at me and got back to work. It wasn't until our shifts had ended that she caught up with me outside the bar.
             "You ok?" she asked. "You're not looking too good tonight."
             "I'm fine," I said, not slowing my pace at all.
             She nodded, then reached into her pocket. "Well if you want to, take these," she said handing me a few small pills. I held out my hand and held the pills up to my face, trying to see them in the dim street light.
             "These look like ecstasy," I said, looking at her.
             "They are. They're all I got right now, but they should at least ease your pain a little. But I gotta get going. I'll see you tomorrow." She turned and began walking the opposite way.
             I wasted no time in popping the pills into my mouth. I began feeling the effects before I even got back to the hotel room. I got a weird burst of energy, that only lasted a few minutes, which was still very helpful on the long walk from work.
             I opened the hotel room and slipped inside, before walking straight to the shower. The water felt good on my skin, and it looked beautiful as it poured down the rusty drain at the bottom of the tub. After my hair was rinsed, I turned the shower off, and looked out of the curtain. Did I just hear something?   
             I got out and wrapped a towel around me loosely, listening hard. There it was again, a soft knocking on the bedroom door. I walked over to it and put my hand on the smooth surface of the door.
            The peep hole was very high up, and I had to stand on my tip toes to see out of it. Luke stood there, his blotchy cheeks stained with tears, dark circles underneath his eyes.
             For a moment, I forgot about our conversation the night before, and just focused on the fact that he used to love me, as I opened the door and pulled him inside. "Myra, I had to talk to you. I followed you from your work," he began to say.
             I put my finger on his soft lips, and ran it back and forth, as he gazed down at me. "I missed you," I said, flopping back onto the orange sheets. He looked at me a little confused. "I missed you too," he said, as he lay beside me.
             I climbed on top of him, and ran my fingers through his hair, watching in amusement as every single strand of hair stood on end, then fell as my fingers passed. I ran my hand down the side of his face, and looked into his gorgeous pain filled eyes. I touched my way gently to the bottom of his shirt, and pulled it over his head, before unbuttoning his pants. I pulled my towel off of me and let it fall to the ground beside me, and let our bodies touch. The sensation of being touched all over my body by his soft skin was amazing, and I tried to resist as he began to talk.
              "Myra, are you sure you want to do this?" he asked. I nodded before he said, "Are you on something?"
              I tried to look offended as I said, "Why would you ask me that?" Luke might have killed my best friend, but he would never have sex with me if my judgment was being impaired by drugs.
             He told me he was sorry, and I covered his mouth, as he flipped me over. He looked like he was going to back out for a second, before pushing himself into me slowly. It was a tiny bit painful, but after a few minutes, I adjusted to the feeling, and it began to feel like nothing I had ever felt before.  
            
             After it was over, I lay beside him, running my hand up and down his body, feeling no shame for what I just did. But as the drugs began to wear off, I prayed I would feel the same in the morning.

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