A shrill scream woke Becky from her peaceful sleep. It came from Sylvie's bedroom. She rushed to the kitchen and took the thing that she perceived to be the most suitable arm against a burglar if there was any. She would make sure whoever was inside their flat would regret it. Becky crept silently, like a panther, stealthily. Only to find Sylvie alone and safe and smiling like an *diot. Obviously, there is no need for the pan.
Sylvie felt like the odds were in her favor. When she fired up her laptop to do some research on his latest prospect, an ad popped up. A few days ago, she subscribed to their official web page so she gets notified in case there is something there that might prove useful one day. And it did. That is why she screamed and scared the sh*t out of her roommate, who was no
