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May sat down at the foot of her bed. She hadn’t wanted to cry but now she couldn’t help herself, she buried her face in her hands and cried. Her boyfriend had been miserable for weeks, buried in his work. Each week he seemed to be assigned a new project and each night he seemed to get home later and have less time to spend with her before heading to his office. For the past week he had gone to bed after she had gone to sleep and been gone again before she could wake up. She had tried to do different little things to help perk him up-have a nice dinner when he got home, send him some naughty pics during his day. At first she could see him cheer up a little when he did so, but in the past week she could see him begin to agitatedly force himself to feign gratitude, and in the last couple days she had been ignoring her efforts altogether. Today, she had gone all out to put a spark back in their relationship. She had bought a new sexy dress, spent all afternoon preparing a fancy

“I don’t care what you think, that was a great finale.” “Look, I liked parts of it, I just wished they had answered more questions instead of just setting up the next season. And they were totally wrong with who they killed and who they let live.” “I don’t even know why I watched with you, you always have to be so-Oh, hey Allison!” Michael and Jamie had been chatting about the season finale of their favorite show when their third housemate Allison walked in. “How was work?” “It was a day. So glad I’m off for a few days. Hey Michael!” She said cheerfully. Michael looked down and turned red, mumbling a hello under his breath. Allison didn’t notice, more engaged in checking her recent messages as she walked into her room to change. Jamie looked at Michael and sighed. “Come on, Michael. It’s been three months since I invited her here to share the rent. If you tell her how you feel, she isn’t going to bite.” Michael lowered his head. “It’s not that easy. What if she says she

“Are you sure this is normal?” Alexis squeaked. It was her first day of practice at her new gymnastics team. She was new in town and new that that the team was famous for producing some of the finest athletes in the region. She had considered herself lucky when the leader Chelsea had expressed interest in having her try out; she had not considered her skills quite up to their elite level and was hoping for an opportunity to learn from them as much as anything. But now, with Chelsea leading a squad of giggling girls in surrounding her, she was wondering what she had gotten herself into. She had braced herself for a little hazing but this seemed like it was taking things too far. “Of course it’s normal.” Chelsea said with a mischievous smile. We have a special warmup routine we ask our new recruits to go through. The girls walked her to a table and laid her down and Chelsea doused her in some kind of oil; Alexis sputtered in protest. Then several of the girls began massaging her