It was 2014. I was in a crappy spot in my life. I was in an abusive marriage, but at that time I just thought I was depressed. I didn’t get out often. Well, not by myself. My husband didn’t like me being where I couldn’t be with him. I was made to promise it to text and update when I was anywhere but home or work. The night I met Gemma, I was “allowed” to go to a friends home for a party. It was one of those “pure romance” MLM scheme things.
It was fun being with friends I’d not seen in awhile, the games they hostess had us play were amusing. I was enjoying myself. As the fun part ended, I went out on the deck to smoke and ignore the sales pitch. As I pulled the sliding door she came over towards it. “Hey, can I join you?” she smiled. “Of course!” I said and slid the door open to let her join me. I’d seen her before, in pictures with our mutual friend, but photos didn’t do her justice. Beautiful pale white skin, petite around 5’3, curvy and her make up was on point. Totally my type, though I’d never been with a woman. She was totally someone I’d have checked out if I was just passing by. She’s got beautiful dark brown hair that hangs down to her breasts, I did my best not to keep my gaze where here hair fell. “I’m Gemma” she said, smiling. “Hey, I’m Hazel, nice to meet you.”