Don't Mess With The Rock Chicks

recall one word of it, or what the meaning behind the words was. She suspected she was going to need a strong black coffee to get through the afternoon. Maybe two. And it was barely past lu

her work et

because staying all day in an empty house echoing with the ghost of Owen was far worse than coming to her office and fighting her

y post codes into the search field. She flicked through the pictures. She wanted to imagine herself in a pretty, little country house, with

she found a house that would meet her needs and bought it, then she would have committed to giving up o

roblems imagining his future without her, an

a casual hello as they went about their separate days and passed each other in the front yards, or

the best she'd had in her life, the ups and downs of the relationship were exhausting her emotionally,

interrupting her fruitless search. She

traffic in the background, and the sound of

" she protested automatically

t she would even think such a thing. "Em, I ne

flutter of fear in her chest. "What

are scheduled for a very expensive half day in a studio i

office as she worried her lip with her teeth.

he was begging. "I

ar is

ick you up and drop you b

biding time at this job, anyway, and her focus was off, she wasn't going to be achieving a

emphatically. "Thank you.

he made her way to the door, pausing by the reception desk and waiting until the glossy receptionist who always slightly

, Em

in her working life. But what did it matter? She was planning on handin

e, E

els clicking crisply over the tiles as she hurried over them towards the glass

side road or beach carpark. She wished it were so, she thought wistfully. She wished herself back to those days. She had not app

led to a stop as it was a no parking zone, and his pause was heralded by the blast of car horns as

of school," she told him brea

body ached to do it again. It was just not fair, she thought, that she had rediscovered her sex drive after he broke it off wi

erself sternly, on the problem at hand, and not on your

console in order to retrieve them from the glove box and spilling out a variety of items, including several packets of condoms, she noted, as

with others, she thought, her hea

flushed vividly red. "But it will give you some idea, and the lyrics and music are in my notebook,

at her, but after a moment as she adjusted to the onslaught of sound, she could make out the backing vocals.

tes on this?"

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see