Mine Alone: you belong to me
Abbey sat in the swivel chair behind Lucy's desk, staring blankly out the window at the rundown warehouse next door, while her friend studied a roll of film negatives.
"This is really hot," Lucy said, a smile in her voice. "We could put this stuff up on the Web and make a fortune at a dollar a peep."
"Very funny." Abbey sighed and passed a hand over her face. It was one o'clock in the afternoon. She’d had zero sleep, it was hot, and Lucy's office was stifling with only a noisy old fan to circulate the stuffy air.