Garret stared, his eyes following a woman as she strode across the room, a friend strutting behind in her wake. The friend was cheap looking, with shoulder length bleached hair and dark brown roots an inch long, her skin a deep tan with an orangish tinge, her face caked in foundation a shade too dark and thick black eyeliner ringed her washed out blue eyes. She was wearing a thin shirt, her black bra showing through it, a...