The afternoon brought another squall, probably just like this... Crack... Snap... Whoosh whoosh whoosh... Drip-drop, and then it stopped, just like that.
Someone said it was the last thunderstorm of the season, but who knows?
In an apartment in the Bay Area, a twenty-six or twenty-seven-year-old woman stretched and awoke from her nap, clad in her underwear as she pushed open the window.
The boy next door happened to see her while he was smoking; he didn't even notice his finished cigarette and burned his fingers.
This made the woman giggle and throw a sultry glance at the boy before she returned to her room.
As a kept woman, she lived a life everyone envied.
She didn't need to work, didn't need to deal with those complex and disgusting workplace relationships. She could sleep whenever she felt tired and wake up at any time, and eat whatever she wanted whenever she was hungry.
