Oppurtunity Makes The Thief

Everyone Has Secrets. It's Just A Matter Of Finding Out What They Are

No Matter How Hard She Tried To Concentrate On Something Else, To Pass The Time And To Distract Her From The Situation She Was In, The Fear Came Trickling Out. It Hovered Like A Cloud Of Gas Around Her, Threatening To Penetrate Her Pores And Poison Her.

There Are No Innocents. There Are, However, Different Degrees Of Responsibility.

But She Wished She Had Had The Guts To Go Up To Him And Say Hello. Or Possibly Break His Legs, She Wasn't Sure Which.

As A Girl, She Was A Legal Prey, Especially If She Was Dressed In A Worn Black Leather Jacket And Had Pierced Eyebrows, Tattoos, And Zero Social Status.