Micaela

The club looks busy like always, the hustling and bustling everywhere makes me a little nostalgic, and makes me remember Easter Sunday. I look around dragging my legs over to the place where drinks are being kept, the locker room.

My thoughts seem to be someplace else as I bump into someone. “ Hey watch it”. “ Am sorry”. “ Nice ass you've got there by the way, do mind for a quickie in the bathroom”. He says as he salps my butt. “ How dare you” anger flashed before my ...