had nabbed Luke as a client in the first place and had helped procure the needed uniform. Plus, he was the one who got me started as a trainer in the first place. I wasn’t sure

get ready, tucking my hair back

untry club employee?” I said,

. Real legit,”

.” I pulled at the sh

one looks good in those th

our apartment door, turned to her, t

rrr.” I laughed as she made a gesture clawing

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ad in the same uniform. The door led into a locker room. It wasn’t hard to find the other waitresses, and I grabbed a tray an

t be awhile until Luke showed up, so somehow I’d have to act like I belonged. Luckily, the other waitresses were too busy flirting wit

f the husbands, with their hairy backs and scorched faces from too much sun. Finally, some younger guys started to trickle onto the deck, setting up around s

on him rather than make a scene. I had been trying to avoid actually work

an I get yo

d my wife here wi

I’d have to interact with the bartender who would probably know I was a fake, I thought. I followed what the other girls were doing and put in my orde

start the next phase of the plan, but first I decided to give the man and his wife their drinks. They were sitting almost directly on the opposite side of the pool as Luke, near the deep end. I figured I’d give them their drinks, hop behind a b

his wife, the man appeared ag

.” I indicated th

w who I am?

idn’t, but wh

er sip and listened for a second or two, then jumped up from his chair, accidentally knocking over his drink. He started yelling into his phone, becoming more irate as another worker came over to help me clean up the

way, clearly more interested in his conversation than human decency. I tried to catch my footing. Unfortunately, I was working wi

as a kid. I wished those were real, and I could sit there drinking tea and eating pastries. I looked up at the surface, the bubbles slowly escaping my nose and mouth. It was so quiet underwater. So peaceful. On the surface I was