She looked 10 years younger. Most of her co-workers made her no more than 22.She was working as secretary for her boss. Her boss was a man of gym. He ...iked to go to gym. He was a fit man. She liked gym, too. She was fit. She was not very tall about 1.64cm. But she was very beautiful. She had very beautiful breasts, that your hand can fully grape them. She had a boyfriend. But their relation lately was not very good. They had some fights over silly things. He was not giving her so much attention. Adorned with small stuffed animals and laced with a slight scent of flowers the interior of Vicki’s car was always a quiet and tranquil place for me to be whenever I rode with her someplace, everything she owned somehow always had a gentleness and woman’s touch to it – much like the lady herself I reflected. Stealing a quick glance at her now I realized that I had loved Vicki all along but would never be in-love with her and after all the time we’d spent together over the last few years I knew. "I gotta stop drinking."Electricity Bill. Food Ration Bill. General Welfare Bill. Eviction Notice. Freedom Bill. Ha! Every month you see it in bold red letters, but still you can't help but scoff at it. 25 gold caps per month for Freedom. America! Land of the Free!You toss the bills besides you and slug the last bit of your whisky."...Hey!"You almost forgot you had company. It shouldn't have caught you off guard since he came over so often. But waking up with someone next to you after so many. " "Bullshit." Ryan stared at the table and huffed out a breath. "I'm fine." "Did you hear yourself at the sound check? I've never heard you like that. You were hitting every note so hard—like you were trying to club them into submission. Now come on, what's bothering you?" "It's Brody." Ryan rested her arms on the table and dropped her head into her hands. "I figured, but I wanted to make sure." They stopped talking as the waitress delivered their food. Ryan poked at the chips on her plate but.