ence, Menlyn felt fatigued hit her. She
riefcase to the side. She ordered a whisky, an
she liked it. It was a Frid
ou like wor
nd her voice was so high pitched that she felt a
ate for her, she sighed. She had lost out in her early twenties to party
d to. The fruits of her labor were going to waste. whatever she thought, o
one go, she breathed out. This felt too good, she neede
ed to feel woozy. She definitely needed to make her wa
bled a bit, when her second step came her heel turn
hand grip
there,
ded, "Yes.
head a bit and st
elp you o
's her val
d, who was don
her outside. The air felt cool against her skin which
verwork yourself
"That's how laz
er chuckled, "You reall
cour
y doesn't make
ake them happy. You are you! I'm me! money makes me
mam? If you don'
hould I tell you my name.
Col
meet you,
ole, no
it's nice t
r is her
et the wind caress her. When she got to her place the door opened a
her into
what would I d
g for yo
he was wearing. She tucked herself undern