Thank you everyone for your kind reviews and urging for another chapter. I waited until the season was over so that way I could shape my story around it and I'm also doing NaNoWriMo this year for the first time.

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"Chin up, focus on your partner he is supposed to be an extension of you and your body but right now you are treating him like he's got the plague."

She blinked and looked down at her partner who was smirking slightly feeling nothing except revulsion toward him. However it would be very bad form if she complained about him in front of everyone so she pressed on just waiting for her class to be over. Normally after a class like this she'd shower, grab a salad for dinner with a few of the girls and then walk home. Tonight she had told them that she couldn't do dinner and the questions started almost immediately. They wanted to know if she had a date and if she did who the guy was and how did she meet him. She knew they meant well but their question only succeeded in making her more nervous about stopping by the firehouse on her way home.

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"So? Did the food fairy come?"

"Yes, the food fairy definitely came."

"She? You didn't fuck her in the house did you?"

"No..no way of course not she was running late."

The questions started as soon as the trucks pulled in coming rapid fire as gear was removed and stored away. Every time he opened his mouth to answer another question was thrown out.

"So what's her name? What did she look like? What was she wearing? What did she bring us to eat? "

"If you would all shut up I'd be able to tell you what happened."

Finally they quieted and looked at him expectantly.

"It's the jogger, you know the one we see running all the time."

"No shit, she's a nice piece of ass," commented Franco

"I saw her first Franco, you always get the chicks."

"She's engaged, I almost hit her the other night with my truck. Got out to see if she was alright and she's got a rock on her finger."

"Fuck why are the ones I always find taken?"

"You give up to easy, it doesn't mean anything if she's got a ring. How do we know it's real? There are women out there who pretend to be engaged so men don't hit on them, it's their way of weeding out the pussies."

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She stood in front of the firehouse staring at the memorial trying to get up the nerve to step through the door.

"They were good guys."

The voice startled her and she nearly jumped out of her skin, before placing a hand on her chest over her pounding heart.

"Do you always make it a point to scare the shit out of visitors to your house?"

He shrugged and offered her his hand.

"I do what I can. I'm Tommy by the way, never really introduced myself after I tried to mow you down the other night."

She accepted his hand and raised her eyebrows as he noticeable checked out her ass.

"Looks good, no lasting damage. Guess my insurance rates are safe."

"What?"

"Your ass, you fell on it remember? Don't you dancers insure your asses these days?"

That comment caused her nervousness and anticipation about meeting the men fade and she laughed before shaking her head.

"I hate to be the one to burst your bubble but ordinary dancers can't afford to carry insurance on our asses, some though do have insurance on their feet."

"Do you?"

"Oh no I'm not that good to have to worry about that."

She smiled and glanced toward the door then back at Tommy.

"Is everyone inside waiting?"

He nodded and stepped to the door, pushing it open and then making a sweeping gesture.

"Ladies and food fairies first."

He followed her through and closed the door behind them before leading her to the back of the firehouse. He stepped into the kitchen first and all heads turned his way, as she stepped in slowly behind him.