Grace wouldnt look at me when we finally stepped through her door. I noticed ,once I was in, she locked the door immediately behind us. Looking around, I could see she had tried to make it nice. The walls were a horrid brown color. I'm guessing what the landlord had painted them. Grace obviously didn't like the color because she had things pinned to the walls, trying to cover up as most of them as she could. The sofa was a small two-seater leather sofa with colorful blankets thrown over it.
Not to make her feel uncomfortable like I was standing judging, I went and took a seat , then smiled at her. She looked so sad and stood in the doorway. So I pat my knee. " Come straddle me baby ", I told her. She wasn't as quick to comply as she was in the car. But she does come. She bends to take her
