Memories

Some minutes later, a woman got into Claude’s vehicle. She was Veronica:

“I owe you!” She nagged, “You disturbed me in such an hour!”

The woman cut her parole seeing Claude charging his gun and pointing it to her mouth:

“You owe me your life,” responded Claude with a solemn face. “I ought to kill you long ago, ho*e.”

Veronica hurried to the door, fruitlessly. It didn’t open. “F*ck!” she screamed.

“It won’t open. Don’t waste your efforts.” 

Veronica was the plaything of many men in the region. Claude knew it well. But is also the sl*t of Jack Black as Flora saw, meant Veronica may be a spy or a double agent, or just a woman too fool to be alive:

“What’s wrong with you?!” cried she

Claude seemed as terrifying as a soul reaper. He looked at her in an intimidating way she never saw despite being his sex partner for so long. He did