>woke up in office
>mouth tastes of cigarrete, can smell the unfinished glass of whiskey on the table
>bell rings
>door opens
>a fine dame enters my office, long blonde hair, long legs, and eyes so blue that can freeze your soul
>this lady brings trouble to my door
>says she needs saving
>I gulp the left over whiskey
>I ain't in the business of saving.
>mouth tastes of cigarrete, can smell the unfinished glass of whiskey on the table
>bell rings
>door opens
>a fine dame enters my office, long blonde hair, long legs, and eyes so blue that can freeze your soul
>this lady brings trouble to my door
>says she needs saving
>I gulp the left over whiskey
>I ain't in the business of saving.