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Blast From The Past 1
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Author: Faith Winslow
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remembered his name.
    Joe .
    That was all I knew. I’d only ever gotten his first name—and, while I didn’t know what his last name was, or why he was standing there in rEcore’s most highly coveted office, I did know what he looked like naked, what his body tasted like, and how pleasurably pained his voice sounded when he cried out during an orgasm.

~ Chapter 5 ~
     
    “Are you still with me?” Becky asked—and, truth be told, she had good reason to pose her question. My eyes, once fixed on the computer before me, were focused solely on Joe; my ears, one paying careful attention to every word Becky said, now strained to hear whatever I could of the conversation beyond my office; and, my posture, once straight and stealthy, was now hunched over, trying to make my own little bubble in the fishbowl that surrounded me.
    “Trish?” Becky asked, though it came out more like an exclamation than a question.
    I buried my head in my hand, turned to her, and answered, “Yeah, sorry, Becky. I’m just a little overwhelmed by all this ‘newness,’ I guess, and I just saw someone I think I know.”
    “Well, you look like you just saw a ghost,” Becky replied before leaning over and taking a gander out in the open hallway. Joe and the other guy (who I’d concluded was Jeff, not Gary) had moved past my office and were now just two out of several people in the hallway, so it wasn’t obvious who I was talking about, but it was obvious that Becky was curious—though, come on, there was no way I was going to tell her who I thought I saw and how I’d known him.
    “Not a ghost,” I said, “but a blast from the past.” I laughed a little and tossed my hair back, hoping my statement hadn’t given too much away.
    “According to your file, you went to Pitt, right?” Becky inquired. I nodded in the affirmative, and she went on. “I’m sure you’re bound to run into some people you know from back in the day, then, especially since a lot of our employees have some sort of local background at one of the schools or universities here. Plus, the tech world isn’t so big, now is it? Everyone knows someone, and that’s how progress is made… All I can say is, whoever your blast from the past was, I hope it was a good one. We keep it pretty tightly knit here at rEcore.”
    Ha! I thought to myself. Becky wished my blast from the past was a good one, but, man on man, she had no idea. I hadn’t thought about Joe in years, and I don’t know how I would’ve categorized my memories of him, but suffice to say, for the large part, I wouldn’t have used the word “good,” unless of course I was referencing something superficial or dirty, in which case it’d be an understatement.
    I could say that Joe was good-looking, that he showed me a good time, or that he was good in bed. But, the fact of the matter was… Joe was great-looking, he showed me an awesome time, and he was amazing in bed. As per the other details about him and our time together, there were dozens of words that came to mind, but “good” was not one of them.
    Guilt, shame, regret; too much to drink, not enough self-esteem; loose morals and loose legs; disrespectful, abrupt, and embarrassing— do any of those words sound “good” to you? They weren’t to me, and that’s how I felt about everything after it had happened, and, though I’d long since tried to clear my thoughts of Joe and hadn’t felt those negative things in years, I felt them again as I sat there with Becky in my office. I wanted so badly to tell her what was up, but, again, knew that I couldn’t, and, even more, I wanted to duck out of my office and call Julie on my cell phone. I knew for sure that she’d be a good person to talk to and would appreciate what I had to say, but I couldn’t just up and leave my office in the middle of my onboarding.
    “A blast from the past is a blast from the past, right?” I said to Becky with a forced smile on my face. “And, you’re right… I’m
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