She sensed that Woolfgang wanted to fuck her. She had a radar for that too. She offered to walk him out and paid up front for a week. Then she went back up to her room and lay on the bed repeating her signature soul-soothing mantra: ‘Kill me now. Kill me please’.Then she just sat on the bed for the longest time after he left. She didn’t know what the fuck she was going to do. Why did she come here anyway she wondered and retorted instantly, that well, she had no idea.
In fact, even if she could ask someone, she wouldn’t know what the fuck to ask. She panicked at the thought of unpacking because it meant that after unpacking she would have to do something. What was that something? She just couldn’t seem to remember. How does one embark on making it big time anyway? She had had some sort of plan before. Yes, she had planned to start somewhere by doing some sort of something.
