There really was no reason for her dissatisfaction. She had a great job, her wife had a great job, and she's just given birth to an adorable baby. It was all very American and should thus keep Andy happy and attentive. She loved her wife and the baby and everything they had built together but it wasn't enough. She thought that maybe if she followed societal rules and stuck to what she should want then happiness would follow, and yet when she was at home all she could think about was leaving. It started out curiously enough. She'd seen the girls walking the same dark block night after night, looking a little worse for ware and sometimes straight up disappearing, but she tried not to think about those girls. She tried to stay away but what began as curiosity turned into full blow obsession and soon she was staking out the regular girls every night, trying to work up the courage to take the final step into a world she knew was far from the cookie cutter suburbia she was so used to. As she was debating whether or not to leave like she had every other night she saw her, long legs and messy blonde hair climbing out of a car and returning to her friends on the strip. Andy had been watching that one, both amazed and a little saddened that something as beautiful as her had turned up in a place like this. Turning on her car she drove over to where she stood rolling down her window and eyeing the blonde girl she had wanted for so long, "Hey...what's your name?" She asked, looking only at the blonde, ignoring the way the other girls laughed and stepped off to the side but still close to interfere if something went wrong.
