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The rapturous sound bass echoed through the club. Kara f e l t the wild surge of energy pulsating through her with vigor; a red glow spidering up her arm and dimming in her eyes. Ever since she left home this morning, she felt felt like every nerve ending had been lit aflame. Good Kara was boring. A tiny little box that only deafened the unkempt temptress beneath her porcelain veneer. She down the first of many shot before wiggling through the crowd. She peered down at her phone that vibrated violently in her palm. She hummed at the name that flashed with a wickedness. Officer Trainor. The neatly made man didn’t waste anytime when she texted him her sos and the address of the club she was at. Stepping out into the cold, she hardly felt the shift between the steamy confines of former. Her fishnet clad thighs were shielded from the chill by her saturated yellow sun soaked skin. Kara waved at Zach before she grabbed him by the lapel and kissed him. What could go wrong?
Kara wasn’t surprised by his surprises; she was more frustrated. Everyone seemed so appalled by her upheaval of her perfect little life. She no longer felt burdened by her goodness or the ‘S’ that sat beneath her shirt. “Life’s short, Zachary. I’m tired of watching it pass me by.
