Desperate Yetta

In just a few days, Yetta rapidly lost weight. Emotional distress drained her energy and appetite. She barely ate enough to sustain her life each day, far from sufficient to support her daily training. Her weight dropped by three pounds, her cheeks grew gaunt, her eyes dimmed, and her skin lost its luster.

At night, I retrieved the cleaned clothes from the laundry and brought them to Yetta's room. I knocked on the door and heard Yetta's slurred voice from inside.

The room was pitch black, filled with the smell of alcohol. I fumbled for the switch on the wall, turned on the lights.

Yetta was reclined on the couch, wearing a purple velvet slip nightgown with one strap slipping off her right shoulder, revealing a bit of cleavage. Her hair was disheveled, her cheeks slightly flushed, and she held a bottle of alcohol in her right hand. Empty bottles were scattered on the floor.

"Come here," she squinted and beckoned me.

"Oh my goodness! How much have you drunk?" I exclaimed.

"Just a littl