Passing the dining table, I... «The Bodyguard»
valeriyatretyak27 ноября 2022Passing the dining table, I saw a charcuterie board with a bottle of cabernet, open and breathing, next to it. And next to the wine bottle? A corkscrew.At last. A weapon. I grabbed it as I went by, without missing a step, and—because women in this world somehow don’t deserve pockets—shoved it into the side of my bra.5
