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usually add a box for personal time outside of the gym or the occasional drink with Jaye who is equally as withdrawn as myself. We're not shy per-say, we just...have a tendency to keep to ourselves besides our loved ones. The two of us met one day during yoga class at the beginning of this year. One of those shared snickers at something ludicrous the instructor said. We were both the only two who snickered. Afterwards, we ended up talking for a bit at the juice bar. We did that up until a couple months ago when she suggested we branch out a bit. Most of the time she brings her sweet boyfriend along with her. It's not like I mind. He's an attractive, genuinely nice guy. Told her to find me one and she laughed like I was kidding. I was kidding....There's not room for a boyfriend in my life right now. No. Work. Family. Work. Gym. You can see the pattern. I would take casual sex at this point though. Look, I haven't had it in....in an amount of time that would grow back my virginity if that were scientifically possible. That's what this whole Tucker thing is about I'm sure. I'm just sexually deprived. Extremely sexually deprived. We're talking hallucinations that Chris Hemsworth is standing beside my bed asking me to be his Thor princess.
     
    Before the conversation can continue, my cell phone vibrates with a text from my boss.
     
    Boss: Cupcake. Chocolate. No icing with sprinkles.
     
    I roll my eyes at the message.
     
    What exactly are the sprinkles going to stick to?
     
    Boss: Pick up my bracelet from Elizabeth's too.
     
    “You okay?” Jaye's voice questions.
     
    The moment my mouth twitches to reply it vibrates again.
     
    123-555-8989: I need you to take me to get art supplies please.
     
    A heavy unhappy groan escapes. “Ugh. I have to go.”
     
    Good to see neediness is a family trait.
     
    She offers me a warm grin. “Try to have a good day at work. Maybe we can get dinner later this week?”
     
    “If Tucker is anything like Brandi, I wouldn't bank on it.”
     
    Another sympathetic smile if offered.
     
    I give her a wave and reply to both quickly.
     
    I can do this. This is what I get paid to do. Handle crazy demands at crazy times. I'm a professional. I'll treat Tucker the same way I do his aunt. I'm sure all the feelings of desperation for his mouth on mine, my neck, thighs, and lady lips will pass once I get used to his overbearing charm. And of course just as soon as I adjust my shower head to the setting that is known for vibrating away the lingering problem between my legs.
     
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    I enter the condo with the key I was given and innocently call out, “Hello?” Not receiving any immediate response, I stroll past the formal dining room table, around the corner, and past where the open kitchen and living room connect. In the new area, I cautiously repeat myself. “Um...Hello?”
     
    The echo of the empty one story condo stands up the hairs on the back of my neck.
     
    My voice weakly tries once more. “Tucker?”
     
    Why would he tell me he needs art supplies then disappear? Wait. You don't think he disappeared, disappeared do you? You don't think he's left already, right? Was the text just a distraction to buy himself some time to come up with an escape plan or to execute one? Holy shit! Oh no! Oh no...no no no! He couldn't have left already! Shit! What if he did ?! What if he's gone?! How can I lose him already? He just fucking got here yesterday! We haven't even reached the one week point where extra precaution should be taken! Ugh. I'm really not in the mood to be fired today....Guess I could put job hunting on the list underneath picking up my mother's prescription.
     
    Frantically, I knock and open the door closest to me. The small empty bedroom looks untouched. I give it a quick extra examination looking for any possible proof Tucker may have been in it. After not finding any, I dart down the hall for the next door, repeating the process, swiftly but thoroughly. As I reach the door