Sexual desires

Gemila woke up to her alarm ringing. Thankfully it's Saturday so she didn't need to go to work. She stretched herself before getting down from the bed.

She enters the bathroom, brush her teeth and have her bathe, her normal morning routine before anything else.

She plays her favorite music freak the freak out while making herself coffee. She makes for two as she assumes Yasmine came in late last night. Knowing Yasmine, she would either go to a bar, club house, stripper house or any other unholy place.

“Yasmine?" She calls as she knocks on the door.

“Yasmine open up it's me, I made you coffee, extra cream as you like it." She says but no one responds.

“Yasmine? you there?" She calls one more time and yet no response. She places the coffee on the floor and opens the door to find it empty.

“Yasmine?" She calls again, walking into the room. The bed looks clean and arranged like no one slept on It.

“That's strange. Yasmine always comes back after her crazy night out. Did she by chance