Or believe, probably.

I have a paperback novel in the pocket of my trench coat. It's a random rainy day, and I intend to ride the train and read. Clear my head and maybe stop off somewhere for coffee and lunch.

you seem to be everywhere so probably not pretty livvy

The sleek silver train slitters to a stop, hissing like a serpent on the rails as the doors slide open.

Peering inside to make sure I'm not stepping into a bad situation.

guessing you wouldn’t be interested in talking to me any more … considering the theme of the room

but three glasses can be too much

I take the stairs down into the subway tunnel, my hand gliding on the smooth metal handrail. My heels make a hollow, echoing clip-clop sound on the steps, there's a mildewy smell in the cool, damp, artificial subterrain air.

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me too

and i know

-catches up-

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lp

She had come down to have some breakfast and some coffee. Taking a seat in the corner of the room with her back to the wall. Mia making her rounds to hurry and deliver the meal and a big mug of coffee. Estelle flipping a few coins in the woman's direction with a dip of torso for the gratuity.

She grins to the woman and picks up the fork to swish around the eggs on the plate before she heard.

She heard them.

She heard the whispers that are flying around about her. About Abella. The whore can fend for herself, but her Mistress's reputation is at stake.

But who could stop the whispers? Who can stop the rumors. Rumors eventually die a natural death. She dips bread in some gravy and pops the bit of bread in her mouth while looking around the Inn's interior to the men and women that look her way.

She's known there, she's talked with most of them.

Eyes narrowing in on some of the things that are being said.
Pushing the plate away and bringing in the mug to drink the heady dark brew to hopefully lift her spirits.

you are smart

so … i’m gonna guess golf or tennis or baseball

giggling at the stereotypical “white sports”

bed

Longer than most would expect.

NIBBLING

Noting
Intrinsically
Beautiful
Boobs,
Indulging
Nipples
Gladly

GLADLY

if you know, you know