Pocketbook Women 소설 & 이야기

"Just pretending to know everything about me." She sat down, pulled the porridge without adding anything and took a bite after each blast of heat from her spoon. No matter where she was, Maureen realized she needed energy if she was going to fight. At least she needed to make use of the facilities available for the time being. Seeing her handbag on the nightstand, Maureen almost jumped, grabbing the laptop-sized object worth her monthly salary and checking the contents inside. "Still complete." The wallet and all its contents, some skincare products in travel packs, of course the all-important communication device was still there.

If this so-called prince thinks I’m going to be his pet he’s wrong…so fucking wrong. I’m no one’s pet. Not his, not anybody’s. “Will this be it?” The tall woman with blonde hair asks. I nod. “That will be 85 dollars and 54 cents,” I bit my tongue. Damn it Lily you can’t be spending so much on books. But this is the last time I will buy them for a while. Four should last me for a bit……maybe. I reached into my purse to grab my wallet when an old hand put his card down.

Harry was extremely selfish, he’d use her hard-earned money for his parties or spend them betting on things. Sitting up straight, she opens the zipper of her backpack and turned it upside down, and emptied all of its contents. In a hurry, she had packed only a few of her clothes. The majority of the stuff was her medical books, stethoscope, her uniform, and two sets of aprons. She took her wallet and opened it to see how much money she had. Pulling out the green dollar bills, she counted them and sighed when she realized, she won’t be able to survive for more than two days and only if she skipped her food. No matter how much of a cheap place she choose, it still was expensive for her taste a

I waved both of my hands, hoping she would know that I am grateful. "Oh right, I forgot..." She said before she reached in to the front pocket of her pink apron. The woman pulled out a pink mini notebook with a snap button and a small pen tucked in the gap of the strap. "Here." She said as she offered me the notebook. Accepting the book with both of my hands, I looked down at it with confusion. "I thought it might come in handy. Besides it's small enough to fit in to a wide pocket so you can carry it anywhere." The woman said.

There was an image on the front that looked a bit like a computer mouse, but I knew it wasn't a mouse. I ripped the small packaging open, and it was exactly what I thought. A vibrator. A panty vibrator, to be exact. I looked back at the lace lingerie and realized it had a tiny, hidden pocket made just for the device. I had to hand it to him; he was incredibly meticulous with details and very accurate with the sizing.

The optimism of getting home and relaxing on his bed was the only prayer that filled his thoughts. Unlike any other girl, Christine that day proved her beauty. She was in her best design attire. A cloth that covered her bosom and had a knot at her back. Her spine lateral was bare. Another cloth covered her hips with an end knot at her right side leaving the lower part of her soft thighs exposed. The attire left the other parts of her body bare exposing her curves and edges that demanded attention. She wore a sandal made from several ossified layers of crisscrossed palm tree strings. She posed an irresistible beauty. Her face glowed even in the dark. The beauty was supplemented with long dark

SN: I will be introducing a new character into the book and she's most likely to change the plot and thicken the drama as she's involved in the lives of all the older characters so buy some coins and enjoy reading 'Women'. This new character would bring drama, comedy, action and suspense into the book. You might have an idea of who she is but trust me, you'll never see it coming. She is an independent woman as well and a strong one who doesn't stand for anybody's bullshit. She'll bring all other characters to a halt and change perspectives. Also, sneak peek; there may or may not be a separation in view for an unexpected couple.

She shook her head in amazement, turning to look at a sheepish Hollis. "I'm sorry I've been so busy. Does this make up for it?" She pulled a small worn brown leather wallet out of her faded "boyfriend" style jeans (because thank GOD for American Eagle, one of the only brands to design pants that accurately fit her 5'11 frame), and held it up for Whitney to see. "I don't know how much decent quality art supplies cost, but I figured we could look around...for both of us. Plus they always have really good apple cider here. You'll need it after your cold dessert- excuse me, that thing you call coffee."

She led me into a commercial grade kitchen where another group of women were chugging beer and pulling out hamburger and hotdog buns, condiments, and bags of chips. “Everyone, this is Dani,” Mags said. “Booker’s woman.” The group stopped what they were doing. And I mean, stopped. All of a sudden, I had ten sets of eyes on me, most curious, but one pissed. She was tall, probably five-foot-eight, dark hair with a purple strip dyed down the side and just like the rest of the ladies in the room, her hair was big. She wore a black pair of leather pants, a strapless bustier, and four-inch hooker boots. She looked like a p**n star complete with fake eyelashes and even faker boobs.

another woman asked. “Hannah Fox. But Mr. Walker has an exquisite and sexy wife. I’m not sure he likes women who aren’t slim. She’s not fat, but she’s not slim either. Her work clothes are fashionable, but they’re still no match for Mrs. Walker’s appearance. However, her bag is from a famous fashion house, so maybe her clothes are too,” another woman replied. Judging by their voices, there seemed to be four of them.