The Red Couch (Part 1)
She works hard and now it's time to turn in.
She let out a sigh of relief as she locked the door to her loft apartment and turned on the lights. She glanced at herself in the mirror by the door and thought she still looked pretty good, considering it had been a long day in the office and her birthday was coming up. She didn't hate the idea of getting older, even fancied herself suitors that were older on occasion. The curls in her brown hair were still bouncy, brown...