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Author’s Note: Thank you and I hope you enjoy and odd moment of being a viewer into the world of Ariana Calista Hawthorne.

ACH is the product and imagnation of LeAnn K. Travis, Copyright 2004.

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Stepping out of the shower I quickly wrapped the soft purple towel around my body in order to avoid the bite of the cold air coming from the fan above me. It’s “whir whir whir” was midly annoying after the long day I had put in at the office.

I grimaced, in actuality I hate the office, I hate it’s tiny cubicles that are a drab yellow color, I hate the water cooler that is behind my desk and causes everyone to gather behind me, making me feel even more clasutraphobic than I already feel in my own skin. I hate my computer and the way it takes one hour to boot up, meaning I have to rise an hour earlier than need be, to sit at my desk wanting my bed for an hour before anyone arrives, and then , ofcourse, te computer shuts down in five seconds. I hate my boss becaue he’s a prick who thinks he can “tempt me into sleeping with him.” Like that will ever happen. Then the other day he asked if I would consider sleeping with him and his wife. How sick is that?

Anyways back to me.

I stepped, starting to freeze, into my bedroom to run to the closet n order to find something resembling pajamas before I was frozen so badly that I couldn’t move. My apartment has no heat today, or for the last three days. Living in Oregon, this is a bad thing. The manager say’s she’ll get it fixed within the next day and thank the gods she’s a good manager because I know she will get it done. She actaly complained to me that I didn’t complain to her about it earlier.

I grabbed some blue cotton pajamas, pu them on, and then went back to the bathroom to straighed it up and perform my nightly face-saving rituals. I donned on two types of face cream, an acne fighting thing from avon (cuz you can never be to carfeul) and an age-fightin thing from Olay (cuz at 25 I’m paranoid). Then I pretty much polished some apple body lotion from Victoria Secret’s into my legs and arms.

All ready for bed!Back in my bedroom I put some socks on and crawled into bed. I grabbed my nightly reading book “The Da Vinci Code” (only because all my friends have raved about it, though I was actually fnding it pretty boring) and snuggled down.

I was in the 6th chapter when I heard a knock at the door. It’s 9p.m., I’ve had a long day. Who on earth would be coming to call on a Wednesday at 9? I rolled my eyes and shuffled out of bed.

I walked through the little hallway, through the small living room, and through the medium sized kitchen, to the front door.

I peeked ou the spy whole and low and behold! The manager! She looekd to be carrying a box of some sort. I sighed, and opened the door.

“Theresa, what in goddess name are you doing here at 9 p.m.?” I asked. A smile flirted around my face.

She grinned, “I’ve come to fix you’re heating, yes?”

She is hispanic, in that way that makes you completely attracted.

I hoped this wouldn’t take to long. She was easy to get distracted by.

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