Jul 27, 2015
"I've heard you were looking for me. Am I right?" The blonde let her sly smile spread on her rosy lips, as she picked from her purse a fag, and light it, inhaling, exhaling the smoke, feeling the cancer got inside of her own lungs, letting the smoke escape from her nostrils and mouth. Picking, whiskey with ice from the counter, she sat on the sofa, looking for the man in front of her. scarecrxw