The night finished quietly, and I was able to leave on time….with Cherise. We went to the local Waffle House together and had a quick breakfast. They should have a documentary about ‘the people of Waffle House,’ because the crowd that was eating there was very strange. At least our server was friendly, even if she smelled like a smoke stack.
Cherise and I left breakfast holding hands, and quickly kissed as we got into our cars to head over to the EconoLodge, where I still had a room until noon. Just as we separated, two of the emergency department technicians drove into the parking lot. I hope it wasn’t too obvious that I didn’t want to be spotted because I barely nodded in their direction. As for the rest of the morning, I found myself literally focused on my watch as Cherise and I had sex. It was almost like a countdown to departure after I finished, passing a few extra moments cuddling with her. I quickly got up when time was up and went to the shower, noticing Cherise’s open purse on the ground nearby. In it were several scattered pill bottles, one of which was Percocet surrounded by crumpled Kleenex. Yes, I felt nosy, but I began to wonder about Cherise. Of course, just then, she beckoned me to bring her purse over because she had a horrible migraine and needed something for it. She explained how she occasionally had to take something for the pain. She must have recognized my new-found knowledge by the wide-eyed stare I gave her as I handed over her bag. She calmed me a bit by saying she rarely has to use anything as strong as Percocet for her headaches, but today was an exception. I took that at face value.
On to Angela, who was waiting for me at the other hotel. It was already close to 11 A.M. by the time Cherise and I finished up with each other. As I drove to see Angela, I had to pull over on the road so I could put on some work scrubs. I had to put on street clothes for Cherise when I left so she would believe that I was heading back home, but I couldn’t show up to Angela in regular clothes since I had ‘just left work.’ So I pulled over in an abandoned parking lot and clumsily changed in the back seat. With my luck, a police officer showed up to investigate why I was on private property. I was embarrased, but I swallowed my pride and made up a story, saying I had to change my pants because I had an ‘accident’ in my pants. Obviously, I was half-undressed when he showed up with my underwear around my ankles.
As for the rest of the day, Angela and I toured around town, catching in the sights and a visiting a few good restaurants. I was a bit tired from the night shift, but the day was perfectly sunny and warm, and we stayed active the whole time. Angela was a blast to hang out with, but I felt like I should have been spending the time with the one person who used to make me feel this same incredible way a long time ago…Sarah.