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Since the blizzard last year, I’ve kept my distance from Jayson and the chicken-head that has come home to roost. I became more focused on my photography and writing at the magazine. I had to put Jayson out of my mind regardless of his sexual prowess. I tried so hard to forget my unhappy encounter with his estranged wife in favor of bigger and better things. My self-denial paid off when I eventually landed assignments to write, photograph, and blog about fun stuff for possible syndication. At the downtown office, my boss, Nicola Campbell, came over to my office to talk to me. A statuesque blonde with sky blue eyes, athletic build, and a great tan, she knows what it takes to gain notoriety in journalism. Thanks to her, I have a weekly online radio show. “Sharon, are you busy?” Nicola asked me. “No I’m not. What is it?” I answered. “I have an opportunity of a lifetime for you,” she began. “Oh yeah? What is it, Nic?” I ask, with my interest piqued. “How would you like to go to London and cover the Diamond Jubilee event?” I began to do back-to-back somersaults on the inside. It has been a dream of mine to go to London on a vacation, now the opportunity presents itself in a way I’ve never expected. “I’ll do it. What would you like for me to accomplish?” “Aside from interviewing the various people there, I would also like you to blog and take pictures while you’re there as well. I also want you to write a full-length feature article for me, and there’s an opportunity for you to become the lead editor and chief photographer. Ankara escort What do you think?” “Nicola, I’m your woman for the job.” “Good. The celebration coincides with your vacation. Now, go home and pack your bags for England.” I survived the twelve-hour plane ride from Chicago to London with an e-reader, diary, and a sleep mask. When I got to the hotel, I unpacked my belongings and flopped onto the giant king-sized bed. Perhaps it was the jet-lag, but I was having thoughts of Jayson and Justine splitting up. Quit thinking ill on those two, Sharon! I told myself. You’re here on the other side of the Atlantic Ocean to do a great job on this assignment and there’s a huge promotion on the horizon. Focus on the prize! Feeling restless, I grabbed my equipment and venture out into the streets of London. Buckingham Palace was just a stone’s throw away from my hotel, so I had a great view of the parade and I could get snapshots right from my room. As I walked around, I saw barricades up, the press box for the major news organizations and channels, and people wearing replicas of the crown. I snapped a lot of pictures of the people and talk to some of the locals and tourists. I even ran into two people I didn’t think would ever leave Chicago to come here. “Sharon! Long time, no see! How are you?” Amber Lynn, my ex-best friend and former roommate asked me. The peroxide blonde gave me a hug. “I’m good,” I replied. “Where’s Dante?” “Dante’s right here,” Dante announced, coming out of the Ankara escort bayan coffee shop with coffee and scones. He still looks good with his caramel complexion, green eyes, and plantation hair that’s cut into a low fade. “What brings you to London?” “Coverage of the Diamond Jubilee for work,” I answer. “What about you two?” “We eloped, and we’re on our honeymoon,” Amber Lynn explained. “Congratulations.” “Are you going to cover the Olympics next month?” “Not sure. I would love to come back to watch the games, though.” “Do you have any plans for later on this week?” Dante asked me. “Not sure. What did you have in mind?” “We can hang out at the end of the week before heading back to Chicago.” “I would like that.” The Diamond Jubilee celebration ended with a concert put on by A-list bands, groups, and singers. I hung out in the press box and took a bunch of pictures. I also got to know the other journalists and photographers during the slow moments. After the concert, I talked to more people and shot more pictures until it was time to meet Dante and Amber Lynn at the hotel bar. I got to the hotel lobby and I stopped dead in my tracks at the sight of Jayson and Justine. Why are they here? I asked myself. I went to my room to change out of the blouse, press pass, and jeans I wore and put on something a little more suited for the bar. I chose a little red dress with matching underwear and stiletto heels. I walk in and the majority of men took notice and bought me drinks. I ordered Escort Ankara my usual dirty martini, and sat a nearby table to survey the bar. Dante and Amber Lynn came into the bar, and began to converse with Jayson and Justine. Ignoring the two couples, I flirted with the men, had some drinks, and retired for the evening. I woke up to someone pounding on the door. As I looked through the peephole, I saw that it was my ex-fiancé Dante and my ex-roommate/lover, Jayson. I opened the door and asked them, “What brings the two of you to my room?” “Watching you flirt with all of those foreign men,” Jayson replied in a licentious tone. “You wearing that little shift dress didn’t make it any easier on us,” remarked Dante. I shook my head to get the sleepiness out. “Oh yeah, Dante? Did you like it when I made out with the Italian guy?” “Yes I did, sugar.” I knew both Dante and Jayson wanted to get in my panties, so I let the sexpot come out of me. After all, they both just wanted to get laid before going back to their significant others. Who cares if they’re here with their wives? I just wanted to get laid before heading back to the States, as do the men. “Dante, please tell me more. I want to know all of your thoughts,” I cooed, feeling Dante’s growing bulge. I opened the door and allowed the men to come inside of my room. Jayson took a seat on the bed as I stood in front of Dante. Taking me into his arms, Dante kissed me and my panties immediately got wet. Jayson stroked my stocking-encased legs, trying to get me to open them up. He opted to unzip me, allowing my flowing dress to cascade to the floor. While I made out with Dante, Jayson unhooked my strapless bra, allowing my big breasts to breathe. Prying me away from my great love’s embrace, Jayson threw me on the bed and ripped my panties off like a madman.