One week later...
At PW Compound. Debra was dressed up sexily that night. She wore a skimpy miniskirt and red sleeveless body fit blouse for the occasion.
After getting satisfied with her looks in the mirror, she grabbed her brown leather jacket, sling bag and exited the room, then went downstairs. She saw Peter in the living room watching TV. She sat on the couch facing him. "Would you like to go with me?" she asked.
"Where?"
"I'm going clubbing with some of my newfound friends. And I'm going to find a potential boyfriend in the club," she replied.
Peter checked her attire, she's indeed dressed to kill tonight! She's more than ready to impress the opposite sex with her killer looks. "No, thanks! I'm not going out tonight. Good luck with boyfriend hunting! I wish and hope you finally found the one for you. And make sure it's not a married guy, find a single guy to mess around with!" he said, imparting his two cents of wisdom and advice to the silly woman.
