Chapt. 17

Mason felt like a retired rugby player roaming up and down a sitting room with a potbelly behind an old jersey and a pair of undersized pantie. The only difference was, he hadn't a potbelly, neither did he have an undersized pant on even though that which he had on wasn't any different to one as it held his crotch a little too tight for his liking, also, he had plans for the day.

He walked to his laptop when an idea wrecked his mind all of a sudden.

He had spent all night restlessly thinking about Louisa; how to get to her if she didn't want to get him, why she acted so nervous at his inquiry before hanging up. He typed the only information he knew and fortunately for him, a load of necessities popped up from just her name.

Mason stared at the building from the lowered tinted windows of his midnight black jeep. He had been there for quite a while contemplating whether to push forward or not. When his mind was finally made up, he shaded his eyes and dashed out