Playing the Hand

By Kristin Lovelace

We all sell ourselves a little to satisfy our lifestyle, get all those things we think we want. What are you selling?
I had slipped into a lifestyle that was almost comfortable, but it only takes a glimpse of the past to rock you out of it. I got more than a glimpse, I came face to face with it. When I paid a visit to some of Preston’s moneyed friends, a meeting with my old life got me questioning where it all went wrong.
WARNING: This 6400+ word story contains graphic sexual content and scenes of a woman with multiple partners, and is intended only for mature audiences 18+.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Kristin Lovelace
• Release date: Mar 26, 2015
• ISBN: 9781311939272

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PLAYING THE HAND

by Kristin Lovelace

Confessions Vol 4.

This document is copyright © Kristin Lovelace, 2015.

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Playing the Hand

Way I look at it, we all make sacrifices. We all sell ourselves a little to satisfy our lifestyle, get all those things we think we want. What are you selling?

Maybe I sold some things—alright, gave things away—that you wouldn’t think of doing. Maybe that makes me worse in your eyes. But I got in return everything you have and more. Not only that, I don’t have to sell five, six days, every damn week to get it.

Not convinced, huh? Well maybe I wasn’t always, either.

Things weren’t unhappy with Preston, like I’ve said. He wasn’t bad to me. Shit, it wasn’t a regular relationship, but it was the relationship we had. We both knew our place in it, and that made it function just fine.

I got to thinking there was something in that—the idea that if everyone is secure with their feelings, things will be just fine. They don’t even have to be happy feelings—if I’m going to be treated like shit and I know that and stay, then things are going to run along smooth as. If I start to question it, well then the boats starts a-rocking.

Same goes with happy people—I know that as well as most. Two people could be made for each other, mad in love, but if someone isn’t sure, suspicions start getting their claws in, well then it’s shaking time.

For that reason I often thought about Jeremy. Maybe we treated each other wrong at times, but maybe that didn’t matter. It was the suspicion that got to us—both of us imagining what the other got up to.

But hey, we have to live with those regrets. Most of us don’t get second chances. We don’t get to act out our revenge.

Most of us.