Bob Jackson

of their Manhattan penthouse and was now roaming the streets desperately in search of a place to stay. She had very less money saved up and barely had any friends in the city. So there she was, a 32 year old woman lonely and sad on the streets of Manhattan. A certain feeling of hatred towards all men began developing in her head, they're all the same, theyjust want pussy. She walked the streets for hoursin sheer anger till she came across a bar. The bar seemed quite an average bar. She stepped inside and went to the bar tender "A shot of teacher's please" the Bar tender was a woman, a rather manly woman handed her her order. A shadowy figure approached her from the side of the poorly lit bar and said in a soft voice "if