Anything For Lola
Surprisingly quiet, it’s no wonder robbers get away with this shit.
Stepping into the apartment, I can sense Lola isn’t fucking here. It’s pitch black, and turning on the lights doesn’t rouse her. Looking around the room, I noticed she packed her clothes. But where the fuck, did she go?
I rampage around the house in her usual spots and soon find what I’m looking for. Lola took some of her money but not all. I toss the tampon box at Daniel; he takes the cash and drops the box aside.
“Man, your girl makes some bank waiting tables. There’s over a grand here,” Daniel says while counting it out.
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