45: LATE NIGHT SNACK

*TRIGGER WARNING: A FORCED ORAL SEX SCENE AT THE END OF THIS CHAPTER. IT'S NOT VIVID, BUT STILL, YOU'VE BEEN WARNED.*

Vanessa struggled to open the door barred by her housemates' cluttered objects; dirty shoes, crates, and umbrellas. Mary had to wedge her way inside, by pushing in her shoulder first.

“This is preposterous," she mumbled as she stubbed her big toe on a box at the entrance. “Who lives like this?” She questioned, turning up her nose at the mountains of mess situated at each corner of the minuscule living area/dining room/kitchen. Mary gasped when she realized the three sections occupied one tiny space.

“Welcome, Mrs. Dickson — please have a seat,” Vanessa gestured to the shabby old sofa.

Mary took one glance at the overly used item and scorned. “I'd rather not. That thing looks like it's a nest for a few rats and roaches, plus I can see and smell the dirty sex from here. I think I'll stand.”

Vanessa's mouth hung wide. She was stunned at the elderly woman's rudeness, but