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yourself.”
    “I’m not a man,” I protested.
    “In either case you shouldn’t be in here. I will escort you out and to the ladies room.” 
    The guard, a tall red headed man with a wide chest and the look of a cop, waited for me to clear everything off the counter, and he looked over at the Master of Power.
    “Don’t asked me. I didn’t see her pee,” he said. By that time the men who came in with the guard, and who had gone through the doors to do their business, was coming out to wash their hands.
    When I gathered up my things, I raised my head, and I looked up into smiling blue eyes which glowed with enjoyment on capturing my horrified embarrassed face.
    The men glared at me, wondering why I was still standing there. I wondered that too, but then I knew the answer.
    “You have to go to the ladies room, Miss. Now,” the guard said standing back. And he walked and reared his back against the door, opened it, as I turned around and took a large breath. He led me through the door. I marched out with a line of men waiting outside for me to leave. Never had I seen such a line except in the lines waiting for us at the airport.
    Never had I been so embarrassed, and never had I needed a drink and a fuck like I did then.

Chapter Three
    T he crowd had made its way out of the hall and people were engaged in conversation before they would go into dinner. It was a place to get a drink and meet and greet the guest speakers, and in addition, we could get a signed copy of the Master of Power by Hayden Powers, for a small sum of fifty dollars for the privilege of having that paper weight on our desk.
    Fifty dollars to me was extreme, especially since I had been trolling on EBook sites for the cheapest books I could find to satisfy my romance and erotic reading habits. Fifty dollars was like a week’s groceries since I kept my weight down by eating tuna and crackers twice a week. I found that I went from a size eight to a size six in no time. Even at a size six, my ass was a size eight, but I was starving to death on tuna, and I couldn’t keep that up for long.
    But that was also to save money since Wayne walked out on me, and it would be another week before Tamika would move in with me to save on rent. She had to wait until her lease was up on her mice filled apartment in Brooklyn. She assured me that the super had taken care of that with the assistance of the Housing Court, and the health inspector’s notice she took with her to court when she was late on her rent.
    Nevertheless, I wouldn’t buy his book if I was rolling in money. Well maybe to use it as last minute toilet paper or a weapon, and it wasn’t good for that. 
    The only thing I thought his book was good for was to knock someone in the head if they attempted to rob me. But first you had to lift that thousand page crock of shit and by that time the robber would have gotten away with my purse and whatever valuables he desired.
    Finally Tamika came walking out and I rushed to her. “Where the fuck have you been. You said you were going to the rest room,” she said to me forgetting where she was.
    “I did, but that’s another story. Remind me to tell you about that sometime. “You wouldn’t guess who I ran into.”
    “Well don’t have me standing around, I have to pee.”
    “The. Hayden. Powers,” I said pronouncing each word separately.
    Tamika placed her hand to her mouth. “Shut the fuck up.” And danced around, and then she hit me on my arm. I winced from the pain.
    “I’m serious. I met him.”
    “What did you say to him?” She stood with baited breath waiting for me to tell her everything.
    “It’s a long story and I’ll tell you later.”
    “Is he as good looking close up as he appears? You know we were sitting far away and I didn’t have on my glasses,” she said.
    “Better,” I said.
    “Did you tell him that you would fuck him if he wanted you too, or you had a girlfriend who was willing to suck his dick without any strings