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Patrick walked through the apartment doorway, his hair a mess. It was a while before he even remembered what he was supposed to do. "See you, Porsche." He called to the girl that was still naked on the floor. He had to see his girlfriend and friends. He had just needed that release, and the girl was always willing to give it to him. With Ava working so much, he never got a chance to get what he needed from her.

It wasn't long before he was on the street, on his way to the coffee shop. He could use some coffee after those two encounters, Porsche and Cindy were definitely a work out. A smile crept to his lips as he thought, maybe he could get Ava into the bathroom of the shop, like they used to when they first started to date.

Walking in, he saw her and the smile widened. He really did love her. She just wasn't able to give him all he needed. Still, if she even was, she might die of exhaustion. He chuckled at the thought of them having that much fun, as he walked over to her and gave her a quick kiss on the forehead and sat down next to her. He still looked a mess, but his hair was never really nicely combed.

Ellie closed the door behind her, three knocks would mean the client had arrived.

She unzipped her long coat, revealing nothing but her under garments, high class of course. She took her red wig from the small bag she was carrying and then scanned the room. Clients always chose the place, and this one had really outdone themselves. Cream carpets and expensive furniture, a small mini bar on the side... was the client planning on getting drunk?

She sighed and shook herself off, she wasn't Ellie now she was Brandy. She took the clients file from her small bag to read up on what he liked and didn't like, his age and occupation and how much she planned to charge him.

Fredrick Thomas, 32, Pilot

Type: N/A

So it was just your basic married man, looking for some attention becasue his wife wasn't up for it. She added the total up in her head $600, he could afford that much for his job and he would probably tip her after she was done anyway, it seemed reasonble enough. A quick twinge in her heart caused her to take a deep breath, she hated what she was doing to Mark... she couldn't handle it if he ever found out... not like he would notice with the amount of drink he consumed. Yet she had to stick by him like her father did for her mother is was only fair.

Knock,Knock,Knock

Clients here......

Damion yawned as he walked down the street. He hadn't been able to sleep since he "borrowed" another item the night before. It's not as if he wants to steal, but the urge is always calling him. It's as if he needs to do it, if he didn't he'd die. It was like breathing to him. But it's not his fault after all. He saighed taking it out from his pocket, just to see it's blck screen brought guilt to him. THe guilt was so much, he didn't even get back home to Jasey last night.

He passed a small magazine stand and quickly--and calmly-- snached a men's magazine. Once again, he didn't want to but it was calling him as if yelling' "TAKE ME!!" at him. He sighed as he walked near the coffee shop holding the two stolen items in his hands. He spotted two people from his group of friends, Patrick and Ava.

He gave a slight grin at Ava and as he walked to the couple. "Hey guys." He said trying to shrug off the guilt before placing the two items in his coat's pocket.

Mark came home after another long twelfe hour shift. He didn't even went to fridge to grab something to eat, instead he went of his bed and opened a bottle of whisky. He was looking at the bottle and what it was offering. It was offering to him to remove and blur images of dying friends, butchered women and kids from suicide bombers, bloods on the streets that could be collected in buckets. The bottle in his hand was offering him to blur everything, to forget.

He fought his inner demon many times, but demon always won. Screaming children, his friends holding his hand, looking him in the eyes, shaking and caughing blood it was just too much for Mark. He hid behind his demon, he hid behind the bottle, he hid behind blur.

Eventualy he put the neck of the bottle on his lips and took two big gulps draining almost the third of it's content. He put the bottle on table next to his bed and waited for whisky to do it's job. But it was going too slow. He took one more gulp and went to kitchen. Floor started to move, walls began to lean. His friends, dead people, women and crying children everything started to quite down in his head. They were all getting more and more silent, their faces more and more the same, just a mush from the blur. He opened the fridge and took out a canned soup. He opened it and ate it, his hand shaking as it is he was more feeding the table itself then himself. He somewhat cleaned after him and went back to the room.

He wanted to make sure that screams wont come back. He wanted to make sure, so he drank two more gulps leaving the bottle a third full. He fell asleep soon after.

Brandy clipped clipped her bra back together 'That'll be 600, and a tip please' she said in a smooth flowing voice. The man looked hot and heavy, his hair ruffled whilst Brandy still looked perfect. He handed over $700 to her without complaint and packed his stuff up and left.

She pulled her red wig from her head and put on a yellow frilly top and a white skirt. She packed all her things away and then put her long coat back on.

She walked down the street, passing the cofee shop and waving in the window at her friends, she would have stopped for a cup but Mark would be waiting at home fore her. She entered the apartments and collected the mail from downstairs, it was all for Mark except one large parcel for Ellie. New underwear for her clients needs.

She took her key from her pocket and unlocked the door, and there he was drinking again

'Mark? Are you ok?'

Mark woke up at Ellies gentle voice. She was looking beautiful as always, smiling but worried. "I'm fine Ellie. How was your day my love. Did you managed to find a job?"

His head ached and his throat was sore but he didn't mind. Everyone was gone exept Ellie, nobody was screaming, nobody was dying. He got up and hugged her "I've missed you so much my love. Sorry I hand't been home earlier, I was working extra again."

He looked her into the eyes, put his hands on her face and kissed her, kissed her like he always did when he or she came home. He kissed her like it was his first or maybe even last time. War thought him that life is unpredictable, it can end whenever somebody wants it to. He straitened up and continiued "Hey listen, I got something for you, it took me a while to get it but I think it was worth the waiting." He went to their room and came back with a bag, from the bag he pulled a sweater and jeans. Sweater was orange and white, while jeans were black. "What do you think?"

Ellie fell into Marks hug. She was madly in love with this man... even though he had problems.

Every time he kissed her it broke her heart to know what she was doing behind his back. 'Mark are you sure your Ok? and I just did another shift at my dad's shop and I got $700... but please don't spend the majority on alchohl.' She put her bag down and when she turned around and he had a some new clothes for her. Her face brightened 'Oh Mark, whats this for?' she smiled at him and gently took the clothes 'Thankyou so much... I love you' She kissed his cheek and then thought about the package she had just brought up.

'Well I better try these on and give you a show' She said whilst collecting her bag and the package so she could hide them in her thier room.

Mark was looking at the 700$, don't spend the majority on alchohol, Ellies words rang in his head. He was so happy to have her. Luckaly for his and as well for her he wasn't the regular kind of drinker. He did it to escape the past, not evade the future. He did not become violent, he never raised a voice on Ellie. He couldn't. The look of happiness on her face was all Mark needed to brighten up his day.

Also he was lucky he didn't leave him while he was in the army. Almost all of his friends learned that their girlfriends or wifes are cheating on them. They used to post their pictures with words like slut, whore and other on the what they called "wall of shame". Last thing he needed after everything is to get back home and find out that Ellie is dating another guy.

But when he came home, at the airport Ellie was there, she ran to him, hugged him and kissed him. He remembers that day clearly and it puts smile on his face, even thou he rarely smiles from his hearth. He couldn't wait to see Ellie, he couldn't wait to kiss her again.

Damoin stood there awkwardly for a moment biting his lower lip. "so..." he said breaking the awkward silence. "You guys heard from Jasey?" He asks looking down at his feet. He hadn't went back to the apartment the night before and wondered if she was at least a little mad at him. "When are the others ganna' be here?"

Damoin was never that articulate. He'd normally toss random questions here and there just to break the silence. He'd much prefer being the listener the speaker in conversations.

He placed his hand in his pocket and felt the psp. Guilt washed over him again. He hated himself for doing it.

A smerk grew on Damion's face and stood up. "yeah I guess I'll have coffee or something." Coffee was one thing that Damion was in love with. That and his girlfriend of cores. He does love and care about Jasey, but lust always gets the better of him. He hated doing it behind her back with her best friend.
"I'll come with 'ya." He said in a slightly cheered up tone. With the whole affair with Ava made his relationship with Patric a little awkward. It probably wasn't a good idea for him staying alone with her boyfriend.

Ellie closed her bedroom door behind her, she opened the parcel. Bright pink lacy underwear which she had ordered three days ago was packed neatly with glittler and small sweets around it. Another small break in her heart forced her to cry queitly, what the hell was she doing to Mark.

Those friends of Mark in the army, they got home to find out thier girlfriends had cheated on them... and Ellie had been cheating on him with the whole city. She packed away her new underwear, taking off the ones she had wore for her client and switching it for plain white underwear instead of the tartan silk she had on prior. She slipped on the new items of clothing Mark had on, and a small black hat.

Herself and Mark planned to meet thier friends at the cofee shop, and this would be the perfect thing to wear. After everything wsa hidden she cam out of the room, looking almost perfect.

'So what do you think?' she asked him smiling as usual.

Damion fallowed after Ava calmly only looking down at his feet. He tried to decide what he was going to order. He stood next to her and gave his usual awkward smile. "So my treat? or yours Av?" He said using a nickname he just thought of that second. He placed his hand in his pocket and held on to--what felt like-- his wallet. When he brought out the PSP he sighed and just laid it on the counter wanting to forget it.

Damion gave a rare goofy face before giving his order. He staggered a little when he heard her question. He regreted taking the stupid thing out of his pocket. His eyes shifted on the black PSP then at her then at some random item. He didn't know what to say. No one knows about his "stealing problem" not even his girlfriend. He bit his lips thinking what to say. She knew he doesn't have one for sure.
"Um...i-it's mine...Just got it..." He said trying hard to hide the guilt and stared down at his feet.

"just as I imagined it my love. You're too cute in it." He said while moving towards her, grabbing her and kissing her gently. He took a hip flask from him room and put it in his inner shirt pocket.

"I think we're late for meeting already, better that we go. Or you want us to have some time alone. With me working and you finding a job or working at your dad's we're kinda loosing our time toghether." Mark said as he regared it. The sweater and jeans were definitly worth 200$ that he paid for it for the way Ellie smiled. "I'm just so glad to have you."