Mary was a fortunate girl. She was part of a wealthy family, interning at a prestigious law firm, working her way through Harvard, engaged to a gorgeous wonderful man, and she was happy with it all. Until Jason, Jason was everything she hated. He was dirty and lewd and just didn’t seem to care what others thought about him. He worked in a bar and lived in a tiny apartment. He was not her type. They met at the bar one night while she was out celebrating a case the firm had won. The men were off playing pool and since she was the only woman, she was left at the bar to watch, by herself.
“Hey sexy, can I get you something?” Jason asked, a sly grin pasted on his face.
“Excuse me, my name is not ‘sexy’ and yes, you can get me a club soda with lemon please.”
“Anything for you pretty lady.” He winked at her. Winked. Why would he wink at her? She looked down at her modest clothing. Nothing about her to say she was a woman except for the golden waves flowing down her back and over her shoulders. Nothing about her screamed sexy or ‘come and get me’, so why on earth would he hit on her?
“I added a little something extra, just for you. It seems like a girl like you wants to break out and have fun under the prim and proper facade you got going on here.” He added.
“What did you add? Alcohol? It’s a weeknight. I should be drinking alcohol thank you very much. You can get me just a regular club soda with lemon please.” She said.
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“Alright alright, regular club soda for miss boring, coming right up!” He teased.
“I am not boring! I just know what I should and shouldn’t do, and its no business of yours thank you very much.”
“Well I think that you should be able to have fun, this is a bar by the way, and those guys you came in with sure are having fun.”
She looked over at said guys. They were having fun; they had all had too much to drink and were having a fun time playing pool. What could one drink hurt?
“Oh what the hell, we won the case, I suppose one drink couldn’t hurt.”
“Thatta girl. I’ll make you one special, just for you.” He winked again. Why does he keep winking at her?
She took a sip of the powerful concoction,”Woooo, this is a bit much for me.”
“Drink it. All of it.”
She closed her eyes and steeled herself for the burn of the alcohol, it slid down, burned, but it felt good, it left a warm feeling unfurling in her stomach. His eyes widened at the sight of her downing the drink.
“Very nice. I’m proud of you lawyer girl. Can I know your name?”
“Mary. My name is Mary.”
“Ahh, like the Virgin?”
“Sadly yes…” She sighed then flushed immediately. “Sorry, uh shouldn’t have said that…”
“It’s okay Mary. My name’s Jason. I own his bar.”
“It’s very… quaint? Yeah, the guys seem to like it here so we thought why not come here after our big win. They seem to be enjoying themselves with some, uh, company.”
“Yeah, what about you? You looking for some company?” He asked.
She thought about it, she was drunk, he was there, and willing to give her HER attention, so why not?
“Why yes I am” she responded with a smile.
THE NEXT DAY
She couldn’t believe it. She had slept with a total stranger. What had happened last night? She was so ashamed of herself. It’s okay. She didn’t have to tell Nick. He didn’t have to know anything…
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Picture this, (I know that for some of you it won't be that hard since we just got back from Spring Break), but you wake up looking up at the ceiling, you hope that you are in your own bed but somehow you know that its not true since there is a toilet in close proximity to your head. Speaking of your head, it feels like it has been run over by the Budweiser Clydesdale horses. You try to remember ...
She went through the next month trying to forget that night, trying to forget that night. She didn’t say anything to Nick. She acted as if nothing had happened. But she suddenly started getting sick at random times. She didn’t know what was up so she went to the doctor.
“Mary, congratulations, you’re pregnant!” The doctor said.
No. No. No. No. No! This couldn’t be happening. Pregnant, she was pregnant. With a man who wasn’t her fiancé. What was she going to do? Unless… No, that was unthinkable. Not an option. But, it had to be done…
She called Nick; she told him she was going away for a while. She didn’t say where, but she had to go away. She looked everywhere she could for a place near her. There was no place. She had a summer home in Seattle. She knew there was a place around there that could handle it. She was going to do the unforgiveable.
She got there. She walked up to the doors. Something stopped her. Something pulled her back. She didn’t know what it was, but she couldn’t walk in. She ran, as far as she could, until she reached the ocean. She fell in the sand and cried. The decision had been as inevitable as it was irrevocable. Not, Mary sat staring at the sea as the salt breeze ruffled her hair. The melancholy voice of the waves echoed her mood. Regret mingled with relief and the tears slid slowly down her cheeks.
