“So ya gonna take the job or not?”Jessie looked coolly at the man sitting across from her.  She didn’t like him.  Not his silk shirt, not his slicked back hair, not his fake tan.  Gino the strip club owner.  He was a walking stereotype.  Her thoughts drifted mournfully to the Glade plug in working overtime in her office to combat this douchebag’s aggressive use of Axe body spray.  Then she thumbed through the bundle of ca...

      Melissa hurried down the street hunched against the rain.  Her wispy blonde hair matted down to a dull brown in the downpour.  The coat she held carelessly against the aggressive storm molded to her slight frame.  Yet it wasn’t the weather she was trying to avoid.  It was the stares.  The inescapable feeling that everyone knew.  Knew what had happened to her.  Knew she had changed.  Knew that she was a boiling cauld...