Her eye was caught as an elegant young woman, only a few years older than herself, walked by. Dressed in form-fitting jeans which clung to her hips and a silk blouse which outlined her breasts in such a way as to leave little to the imagination, her cart was piled high with food.
Mary's lips thinned. I bet she never has to worry about whether the check to keep the power on will bounce, she thought. Or about whether the generic cereal you just bought for the kids will last until the next paycheck. Or scheduling her shopping trips around whether it's double-coupon day. Look at her! Flaunting her beauty shamelessly like a common w***e.
Stop it. When you left the compound this is the life you chose. Would you rather be back there?
She shuddered. No. I am never going back to that life. And n
