Madeline after sending half chunk of her insurance money to the blackmailer decided to ply herself with wine. Taking a full bottle of white wine she went to her balcony to get drunk.
Settling in the black leather chair in the balcony with a small table for the glass and the wine bottle she poured a healthy quantity into the glass, carrying it delicately in her slender fingers she relaxed back to have a wonderful ride forgetting all that is troubling her mind.
Her motto this morning, get smash now, problems tomorrow.
Madeline was halfway into her fourth glass when she heard some weird noise in the house. She disregarded it, blaming it on her mind playing tricks on her as she was already feeling tipsy.
Where are you bitch penetrated through her fogged up mind making her seat up as she realized that the noise was not just in her imagination but is real and is her husband in a funky mood?
