Following one's gut and sticking to a hunch requires courage to see it through to the end. A virtue that Karla kept on cursing herself for having too much of. The moment one's instincts led them down the wrong path, making a complete fool of one's self is inevitable.
The door to the second car ceremoniously opened, Karla stood directly in front, arms crossed and face pissed. She wasn't so pissy over accepting help from others, but the word dignity existed, and she strived to have lots of it.
A boot dropped from the car, then two boots, followed by tight pants, Karla's eyes zoned in on the thighs of the man and gulped hard.
{Those are not the meaty thighs I remember... Did he perhaps lose weight?.} Her eyes travelled up to his waist and then to his not so broad shoulders, her chest pounding uncontrollably. Without having to look at the face of the person, she was certain that luck wasn't in her favour.
