If she had a dollar for every time she had thought about s*x in that day, she would buy a car!!! Maybe then, she would be able to avoid situations like the one she was currently in.
Mirabelle seethed as she scanned the nearly empty parking garage. Her ride, a bubbly working mother named Regina, had promised to wait the fifteen minutes it would take Mirabelle to send off that one last crucial email that she had really needed to send that day.
She had finished in ten, yet by the time she had stepped off the elevator and into the garage there was no Regina. She had driven off and left her alone! Stranded!! Only two cars remained in the lonely parking lot.
It was as though at six o’clock all eight floors of the office building just vanished in some apocalyptic sci-fi moment.
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