Thanks again to rosezwild for editing for me. And I thank those that inspire my writing. Please enjoy as I continue my gift to my Master.
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Each day seemed the same to Cheshar. Wake up, drag herself out of bed, check her email for any notes left there from her Master, shower, go to work, etc. etc. etc. Nothing seemed to change but the day of the week, and then the months. Slowly time drug on like sap down an old maple tree. Every day Cheshar dreamt of when her Master and she could be together, no would be together. But even though the days passed into weeks, and the weeks into months, she never seemed to get any closer to being with him, her love, her Master.
The alarm buzzes on another not so special day and Cheshar groggily rolls onto her side to turn it off. She snuggles into the warm blankets that cover her naked flesh and moans at the realization that yes she must get up and drag herself to work, again. Just as the day before, and just as tomorrow, she must indeed go face the crowds that visit her little paradise. "Paradise, heh," she chuckles to herself remembering a muse that one of the other shift managers had told her the night before. "Yes, welcome to paradise indeed."
Cheshar sighs as she gazes at the photograph of her Master displayed beautifully on her night stand. She bought a frame especially for that picture. It wasn't much, a very simple wooden frame, stained to mimic cherry wood. Then a double matting, to sort of hide the fact that it was a small picture measuring a grand scale of 31/2 by 5 inches. With the matting and the width of the frame itself, it makes the picture almost seem larger than life. It certainly reflects the importance and feelings Cheshar has for her Master.
Another sigh and Cheshar starts up her computer as she heads to the kitchen for morning tea. With tea in hand, and a bit of buttered toast, she walks back to the computer and checks her messages. "Nothing," she pouts, "two days, and still no message! You'd think he'd have the decency to send me a little note. But no, once again I've gone two days with out a word from him!" Cheshar sighs heavily and then a grin creeps up her face. "Fucking wanker knows I love him too much to stay mad at him."
Sipping her tea, Cheshar begins to drift off into another dream. There's a knock at the door. She slowly tear herself from her tea and walks over to answer. Realizing she's not dressed, she just cracks it a bit to see who could be calling on her at this hour. Peaking around the slightly opened door she calls out "Yes?".
"Is that how you greet me, slut?"
Cheshar's heart skips a beat. She flings open the door and quickly throws herself at Master's feet. He chuckles a bit at his silly little slut who seems to have forgotten all about her state of dress. "Get in the house you mad thing!" he chuckles again nudging her in slightly with his leg that she so desperately is attached to.
Suddenly realizing that she is indeed lying naked at her Master's feet in the hallway of her apartment complex, Cheshar begins to blush and scurries into the apartment. Master follows behind giving her a nice slap on her rump to scoot her a bit quicker. Cheshar yelps at the gesture and then giggles with delight. Her Master is here, with her at last.
Master leans down and helps Cheshar rise to her feet. He holds her tight and looks deep into her eyes before firmly kissing her ruby lips. Cheshar relaxes into Master's hold on her and as she lets go of the out side world the phone rings.
Cheshar blinks wildly, and shakes her head. The phone drones on beside her. She's still sitting at her computer, her tea now cold, and toast half eaten, and now the phone ringing.
"Hello?"
"Are you working today Cheshar?" She recognizes the voice. It's the manager that she started out working with when she was still a crew member. He always seemed to care for her a lot, and had been quite a good friend to Cheshar when she needed some one to talk to.
"Nope, I've decided to take the day off," Cheshar teased.
"Okay, then. Why not take the week off while you're at it?"
Laughing Cheshar replies, "Yes, Mark, I'll be there in twenty. I just over slept again."
"Alright Cheshar, I'll see you soon."
She quickly hung up the phone and through her clothes on. A quick brush threw her hair, and she was out the door. It's a good thing that Cheshar only lives five minutes down the street from her work.
When she arrived, Mark was out in the parking lot, smoking of course. "It's about time you got here," he tried to glare at her but Cheshar's smile was too much for him to overcome.
"Yeah Mark I know. And what about you? You on a break or something?"
"I'd have to actually work to get a break now wouldn't I?" they both laughed and Cheshar began for the door. "Hold on a second," Mark called to her blocking her path a bit.
"Awe, what is it Mark, you miss me that much that you need me out here while you smoke and the poor little crew is in there busting their butts?" Cheshar smiled as she taunted him. It had been some time since she worked with Mark. Not like when she first started and they would do this back and forth all day. No, since Cheshar became a manager, they have barely seen each other. Just a few moments here and there while one takes over the shift, just as today.
"No, Cheshar I'm serious. I'm worried about you."
"Wow Mark's being serious," she thought to herself. "Something must really be up."
"I'm worried about how you're late all the time anymore. You never seem to go out with your friends lately, and you've been late for your last 10 or so shifts. This isn't like you Cheshar."
"I've just got a lot on my mind. That's all," Cheshar smiled up at him.
"Listen, you're getting sloppy here too. You really need to get it together girl. If you need to talk or something, just let me know. I'd hate to see you loose your job. Then it'd be just me against the world again." Mark laughed as he stomped out his cigarette.
"I knew you couldn't be serious for long," she giggled, "Don't worry I'm not going anywhere." Mark reaches out for the door and they walk in Cheshar leading.
