Saturday, September 20, 2008

Despensary Drag

Escaping the clients we rush to the back. "Nic! Did Deb see us?" I whisper hoping we've made it to safty.
"We're clear Caro." She says, stepping behind the short swinging door.
Finally, our bodies can relax. The tension mellowing enough to cram into the lense of my camera phone.
"Ladies!" Crap, they found us.

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