I hurried back to my car biting my perfectly manicured nails and fighting the urge to pee.
I raced back to the house and slammed through the door at a run. Should I start packing? The thought broke me out in a cold sweat.
I went to my secret stash and counted. Not enough; s**t. I had a few fishes on the line, but only one was at the point or close to the point where I could reel him in.
What if I miscalculated? I stood to lose a lot of dough if I moved too soon. But if I stayed and that i***t talked, then I would be spending a very long time behind bars. Orange is not my new anything but f*****g orange and it does not go with my complexion.
I made the call after doing my breathing exercise. This wasn't how I usually did things. Usually I had a more sophisticated scheme in place. But ti
