Tiffany gasped as Fucking Rotter shoved her out the door. To anyone else, the scene would have appeared to be some guy tossing his girlfriend of the moment out the door after a night of "you-know-what". But things are not always as they appear.
"You fuckinglousyrapistbastard!" Tiffany yelled, shaking her fist at the closed door. After a minute or two, and a glance around to make sure he would not open the door, Tiffany turned to walk away. Smiling like a Cheshire cat, she sauntered to her car. Humming a jaunty little tune, she slipped into the car and slammed the door. Pulling off, Tiffany thought about her day.
"Damn! The things a girl has to do to get a bit of cash! Cheap bastard...he could have at least given me 40! Oh well...I wonder what Shysnale is doing tonight?" a lusty smile played upon her lips. She always did enjoy a French accent.
Tiffany drove off planning her next big adventure...
