Thinking of the guys who robbed her last year, she suddenly is terrified at every sound. Its 1, then 2, then 3:30 am but still sleep is evasive.
Dreaming about 4 am that they are there again but this time a rope comes around her throat and cuts off her life...she feels deep searing pain as they start cutting her on her fingertips.
Waking up in a sweat, the alarm has startled her and so starts her long hard day.
Shaking off the tingling in her fingers that is still there she forces herself to get up and going after only 2 hours of nightmarish sleep.
Running down 9th ave in the early morning rain she makes it to the Port Authority on time. Racing up the stairs though, she mistakenly ends up on the wrong bus.
On her way to Hackensack she is now let off very very far away in Englewood at 8 am.
Sitting on the side of the road and trembling with cold she waits and hour for a bus to come take her back and it never comes.
FInally she walks to another side of town and gets a bus going back to Manhattan. Leaving Manhattan AGAIN but on the right bus for Hackensack, she realizes she is very late indeed for the street fair.
THe director of the school wont like that and will most likely make her do a double shift today.
Trying to get a message up on massageplanet with her iphone proves to be difficult.
A guy was suppose to meet her at 5 pm for an appointment but she has his number at home beside her daily planner. No way to reach him.
Finally making it to Hackensack she runs the 6 blocks up to her school and they are set up with lots of ppl waiting in line for massage.
So she massages from 10:30 am to 6 pm, with one 15 minute break.
During one massage she sees a lonely kind of guy staring at her from the line. He doesnt smile but stares at her with intensity.... reminding her of Been2Lucky. He is kind of a tortured soul too but not as good looking as B2L.
Another guy goes by with his friends and makes a scandal.
"Dayyyyammmm! I want a massage, damnnnn, I want the blonde...hey you wanna give me a massage baby, I show you where I wanna be massaged!"
Flipping her hair arrogantly over her shoulder and moving her face away, she shifts her body so her back is to him while she massages. "oh now thats just WRONG GIRL!"
The girl working beside her smirks and Jodi smirks back...this one is comparable to Cantinflas. Noise maker.
One of the guys come over that is working with her massaging.
"Im going to knock out the next one".
"Why?" she asks.
"You need to be protected from these men, they act like they've never seen a girl before. It makes me want to protect you princess, you have such an innocense about you."
Trying very, veryyyy hard to bite her lip as she tries to appear demure, she turns bright red. If they only knew... omg if they had ANY idea...
"I want that one over there with the fat ass".
I dont need to turn around and look to know whatever guy just said that is pointing towards me. He is HighOctane.
"Sir, you cannot pick! Its whoever finishes next that gets you." The teacher says in exasperation.
My wrists are shooting pain so bad by 4 pm I dont think I can go on.
I do though. By 5 pm I can barely bend my thumbs. I now have a migraine the size of Texas and am frustrated because I know my 5 pm is calling me at that point and there is no way I can reach him. I have to leave him on the corner of my street like a fool while I am far away. I feel a rush of sympathy for him and feel like crying.
An italian guy that has been watching us allllll day long comes over to hand me his card. "Would you ever consider coming to work in italy?", he asks. All day he hung around like a loyal pup. Once again, B2L.
I feel my face start to burn as I get on the bus back to Manhattan. My head is spinning and my body aches unbearably. Walking from the bus station I stop to get pomegranites, blueberries, grapes, kiwi and papaya.
Green tea powder to add to my water and a large cup of sweet corn chowder and Im on my way.
Home.
I walk in, throw my stuff on the bed and sit down in front of the computer.
I have three messages from my 5 pm appt, each one sounding more hurt.
I start crying uncontrollably and cant stop.
Im just tired and I think I have a fever.
Reading everything written makes me stop crying.
I realize I see men out and about and actually compare them to you guys on this board.
It makes me see how much I appreciate each and every one of you in your own unique ways.
Nobody else can compare to you guys and even with some meanies thrown in you are all my boys no matter what.
Burning with fever now, I think Ill go to bed...
Thanks for the nice reviews.