It's midnight. The clock is ticking away and the rain is pouring its soul over the grass. It's a much needed vitality and the grass drinks it in knowing summer will be here in no time.

A semi curly slightly dishevelled red head stares out the window trying to find sleep for the night.

She can't help but think back to the booking she had just days before.

The bearded man who named her every word under the sun and yet treated her like a whore until his love injection changed his direction and the apologies for behaviour came pouring. 

He was such a nice man. It was an invigorating booking, one of those fun ones she won't forget for years to come. He was fun, dirty but yet so respectable. She didn't mind that he spoke really dark dirty talk and she enjoyed the idea if being called "barbie" a few times.

Never had a barbie or bratz doll with fire red orange hair. That would be a sight.

Time to relax though. Pull my mind away from the lighting choking, gagging and spanking  time to sleep.

Surely