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I hated the way my best friend, Meradith, was looking at me.
All my friends that is.
How dare she look at me like that? I saved her freaking husband.
I had to preform surgery on him while someone had a gun to my head.
She was freaking out.
She doesn't get to freak out.
I should be the one crying on the floor. Not her.
I hated thinking of my friend that way.
I did feel bad for her. She lost her baby and her husband was shot all on the same day.
She needs to get up right now.
It scared me when she told the shooter to shoot her.
If it had been anyone else on that table, I would have walked away and never looked back.
After that I couldn't take it anymore.
I just couldn't preform surgery.
Every time I thought about cutting someone open the image of Derek flashed into my head.
No way could I let that happen.
Then, an idea came into my head.
I can try any job I want now.
I took up a job in bar tending. It was different.
I laughed at the dirty things the men said.
Deep down, I knew I liked it.
The way the women would look at me made me know they hated me.
But, don't get me started on the women that flirted with me.
I try not to remember the nights I bar tended.
Most of the time, I ended up in bed with the men who flirted with me.
Most of them knew exactly what they were doing when it came to sex.
I would moan with pleasure and I never thought twice about what this could do to Owen.
I almost died once.
I wanted to try different things.
The men I went home with were super drunk.
It's what I would do.
I'd get them super drunk and then i'd go to the ladies room and keep coming back in showy things.
They couldn't control themselves.
A lot of the men wanted to stop and have sex in their car.
Who was I to stop them? It was easy for them to get me undressed.
My uniform consisted of no bra, no panties, short shorts, and a a shirt that was just above my nipples. If I leaned over the table i'd flash you.
It didn't hurt me to keep this from Owen.
Whenever he questioned me about where I was I told him I took up another shift because their were a lot of people and I didn't want the other workers to work double.
If he showed up i'd tell him how slow the night has been.
I knew he would never find out, and I didn't care.
All my friends that is.
How dare she look at me like that? I saved her freaking husband.
I had to preform surgery on him while someone had a gun to my head.
She was freaking out.
She doesn't get to freak out.
I should be the one crying on the floor. Not her.
I hated thinking of my friend that way.
I did feel bad for her. She lost her baby and her husband was shot all on the same day.
She needs to get up right now.
It scared me when she told the shooter to shoot her.
If it had been anyone else on that table, I would have walked away and never looked back.
After that I couldn't take it anymore.
I just couldn't preform surgery.
Every time I thought about cutting someone open the image of Derek flashed into my head.
No way could I let that happen.
Then, an idea came into my head.
I can try any job I want now.
I took up a job in bar tending. It was different.
I laughed at the dirty things the men said.
Deep down, I knew I liked it.
The way the women would look at me made me know they hated me.
But, don't get me started on the women that flirted with me.
I try not to remember the nights I bar tended.
Most of the time, I ended up in bed with the men who flirted with me.
Most of them knew exactly what they were doing when it came to sex.
I would moan with pleasure and I never thought twice about what this could do to Owen.
I almost died once.
I wanted to try different things.
The men I went home with were super drunk.
It's what I would do.
I'd get them super drunk and then i'd go to the ladies room and keep coming back in showy things.
They couldn't control themselves.
A lot of the men wanted to stop and have sex in their car.
Who was I to stop them? It was easy for them to get me undressed.
My uniform consisted of no bra, no panties, short shorts, and a a shirt that was just above my nipples. If I leaned over the table i'd flash you.
It didn't hurt me to keep this from Owen.
Whenever he questioned me about where I was I told him I took up another shift because their were a lot of people and I didn't want the other workers to work double.
If he showed up i'd tell him how slow the night has been.
I knew he would never find out, and I didn't care.
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