Lost Between Her Thighs

A PlanUnfolds

Aubrey walked into the living room, her shoes and bag in hand, looking like she'd just lost her pet.

Her friend, Danielle, was in a Zoom meeting, but she quickly muted herself and turned off her camera. She removed her headset and turned to face Aubrey, concern etched on her face.

"Hey, babe, are you okay? What's wrong? Why do you look so dishevelled? Have you been crying? Talk to me," Danielle asked, her voice soft and gentle.

Aubrey collapsed onto the couch, tears streaming down her face. "Danielle, I'm finished. The company is relocating to another state, and I just got this car on loan two months ago. Do you remember? I've only paid like 45% of it. Where do I start from? How do I pay off? I was paying from my salary."

Danielle hugged Aubrey, wiping away her tears. "Shh, it's okay, darling. Go to your room and keep your stuff. Let me finish my meeting, and I'll make some chicken noodle soup for you."

Aubrey smiled weakly. "But there's no soup hotter than this one I'm in right now."

Danielle chuckled. "Bree, just go inside. Let me round off, call Tiffany, and we'll sort this out together. Don't worry, we'll figure it out like always."

As Aubrey walked to her room, Danielle couldn't help but think about how tough Aubrey's situation was. She had always been the strong one, the one who held everything together. But now, she seemed fragile, vulnerable.

Danielle finished her meeting and immediately called Tiffany. "Hey, girl, I need your help. Aubrey's in a crisis. The company is relocating, and she's got a car loan to pay off."

Tiffany's voice was calm and reassuring. "Don't worry, Danielle. We'll figure it out. I'll come over with some dinner, and we'll brainstorm some solutions."

Danielle smiled, feeling grateful for her friends. "Thanks, Tiffany".

As Danielle waited for Tiffany to arrive, she couldn't help but think about Aubrey's situation. She knew Aubrey was strong, but she also knew everyone had their breaking point. She hoped that they could find a way to help Aubrey before it was too late.

Tiffany arrived with a big bowl of chicken noodle soup and a determined look on her face. "Okay, girls, let's get down to business. We must figure out how to pay Aubrey's car loan."

Aubrey smiled weakly. "I don't know, guys. I feel like I'm in way over my head."

Danielle put a reassuring hand on Aubrey's shoulder. "Don't worry, Aubrey. We'll figure it out. We always do."

Tifanny nodded. "First, we need to make a list of all your expenses. Then, we can start brainstorming ways to cut costs and increase your income."

Aubrey nodded, feeling a sense of hope for the first time all day. "Okay, let's do it."

As they worked on Aubrey's budget, Danielle couldn't help but think about how grateful she was for her friends. They had always been there for each other through thick and thin.

Tifanny pulled out a notebook and began to scribble down numbers. "Okay, let's see...you've got a car loan, rent, utilities, and groceries. What else do you have to pay for?"

Aubrey thought for a moment. "I've got a credit card bill and need to pay for gas."

Tifanny nodded. "Okay, got it. Now, let's look at ways to cut costs. Can you cancel any subscriptions or services?"

Aubrey thought for a moment. "I can cancel my gym membership. I haven't been going anyway."

Danielle smiled. "That's a great start. What else can we cut?"

As they continued brainstorming, Aubrey felt a sense of hope. Maybe, just maybe, they could figure out a way to pay off her car loan and get her back on her feet.

Ethan flew From Mexico Friday afternoon and headed straight to the rehab centre. Fridays are when visitors are allowed into this exclusively private rehab centre in Chicago; Ethan walks into Austin’s room.

He spotted Austin sitting on the bed, reading a book. Austin's face lit up when he saw Ethan, and he quickly set the book aside.

The two friends hugged in a warm and genuine embrace. Ethan sat down in the single chair beside the bed, feeling a sense of relief wash over him. It was good to see Austin doing well.

"How are you, man?" Ethan asked, his voice filled with concern. "It's great to see you've reached the withdrawal stage. I was worried sick about you."

Austin smiled, his eyes shining with gratitude. "Thanks, Ethan. I owe you one. I don't know what I would have done without your support."

Ethan waved his hand dismissively. "You don't owe me anything, Austin. We're brothers. We stick together."

The two friends sat silently for a moment, enjoying each other's company. Then, Ethan spoke up.

"Talking about family, has your wife, Rachel, come to visit you? At least to bring your son to see you? It's been six weeks already."

Austin's expression turned sombre. "No, she hasn't. And I understand why. If the gardener hadn't intervened when he did, I would have hurt our son. Addiction is a beast, Ethan. It consumes you, body and soul."

Ethan reached out and put a reassuring hand on Austin's shoulder. "You've got this, bro. You're strong. You'll come out of this even stronger."

Austin smiled weakly. "Thanks, man. That means a lot coming from you."

As they talked, Ethan couldn't help but think about his struggles. He had been struggling to make ends meet and find a steady job. And then, he met Mrs. Smith, a wealthy businesswoman who offered him a contract that seemed too good to be true.

But now, Ethan was beginning to realise that the contract had come with a steep price. Mrs Smith wanted more than just his services as an engineer. She wanted him, body and soul.

Ethan felt a shiver run down his spine as he thought about Mrs Smith's demands. He knew he had to get out of this situation, but he didn't know how.

"Austin, I need your advice," Ethan said, his voice low and serious. "I've gotten myself into a bit of a mess."

Austin's expression turned concerned. "What's going on, Ethan? You can tell me anything."

Ethan took a deep breath and launched into the story of how he had met Mrs Smith and the contract she had offered him. He told Austin about how Mrs Smith had demanded that he meet her again and how he felt trapped and helpless.

Austin listened intently, his expression growing more and more concerned. When Ethan finished speaking, Austin let out a low whistle.

"Wow, Ethan, that's quite a mess you've gotten yourself into," Austin said, shaking his head. "But don't worry, we'll figure something out. We always do."

Ethan smiled, feeling a sense of gratitude towards his friend. "Thanks, Austin. Just talking to you makes me feel better."

They continued their walk in the garden, talking about more things and recent events in their lives. As he walked back to his car, Ethan couldn't help but think about how far they had come. They had grown up on the streets, struggling to make ends meet. But they had never given up.

They had always pushed forward, determined to improve their lives. He did not look forward to leaving Chicago for Mexico that weekend, but Austin was his brother, and they had to do what they had to do.