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These last several weeks have been the hardest of Jennifer's comeback year. Oh, the wins have come and the attention has been great. And the prospect of being ranked #1 after the U. S. Open keeps her head swimming. The hard part has been not being able to see Anna. With her still sidelined with a stress fracture in her foot, trying to explain her hanging around all the tournaments from start to finish was getting a little tricky. So, for the last couple of tourneys, Anna could only call Jen and tell her of all the thing she was wishing she was able to be doing with her. Jen understood and all, but this did not take away the fact that she was missing Anna and was becoming increasingly hornier with each passing day.
After her match on Monday night, which she won in two sets, Jen was feeling a bit uneasy. Even the match hadn't been able to drain the excess energy from her body that the sexual frustration had built up. She did not look forward to another lonely night alone in the hotel. Even though she tried to relieve herself in the shower or tub these last few weeks, she grew only more frustrated.
In the hotel lobby were the usual groups of reporters and Congratulation baskets and bouquets. And as usual, she had them sent to her room. Her lonely nightly routine had become reading the notes from the gifts. As she was reading the notes, the phone from the lobby rang. Upon answering it, she was informed that another rather large bouquet had arrived for her. "Send it up" she told the person on the other end and hung up. A few moments later, the doorbell chimed the arrival of the flowers. Jen opened the door and saw a huge bouquet filling the door. "Come in and put it with the rest of them over there," she gestured towards the back of the bedroom. as she turned to get a tip from her purse. Jennifer, with tip in hand, walked towards the room to inspect the new addition.
A gloved hand reached out and handed her the card that was attached to the gift. She opened it and read: 'Love and Miss You- A Special Surprise for You To Enjoy- A!. ' A smile came over Jen's face and a longing in loins emerged. Lost in thought, Jen looked right through the delivery person as she placed to 20. 00 tip out to be taken. As the gloved hand reached for the tip, the hand suddenly gripped her wrist, "Please do not tip yet, you have not received all of your gift ." The voice was husky yet sweet and had an accent to it. Coming out of her little fog, Jennifer looked up into the face from where that voice came from.