Chapter Twenty-One
Ruth cursed as she brushed the pollen off of her clothes. A violent sneeze escaped her, causing another shower of pollen to fall from her hair. Whoever thought that pollen was this fine particle that you could barely see had never looked at it up close and personal from the perspective of someone the size of a child’s doll.
Bending over at the waist, she ran her hands through her hair trying to shake out all of the pollen that she could. She needed a bath, a shampoo, a drink, and some hot s*x – not exactly in that order.
Okay, well, maybe in that order, she grudgingly thought as she saw the thick flakes falling to the ground.
“What I really need is a large dose of magic beans to make me grow,” she growled. “Then I would hunt down that miserable piece of s**t called L
