Ester turned on the light, though she knew she would not be home tonight. Before she locked-up her tight little pad she scanned the drab space and sighed . One never knows how the night might turn. Could be carnal, it could be drab, or it could be polite. She wasn't sure she wanted 'polite' tonight. One might yearn for the safety of home, instead of an eve of debauchery. Options open, she ventures out, anticipating a mate or two, a drink or two, a drug or two...or maybe three, and at that juncture, who cares who joins in. She was aggressive, seeking someone, something, to slug it out with her, and not bemoan the outcome no matter how bloody. She damn well deserved to own her debauchery. Walk away clean, but roughed up. Mean, but willing to retreat, comforted by defeat. Or she might opt for the consolation of her own pad to lick her injured paws and swollen brow, in case things got out of hand.
After all, pain came with the game.
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