Angel2Mars
Crazy Cat Lady
As Millie set the plates on the table, she glanced up to see Aimee alighting from her room, and she greeted the other girl with a smile. "Morning, roomie," her smile turned into a grin as she took the other chair. "I like that split of duties because I tell you what, I really hate cleaning." It was one thing she'd caught grief about ever since she was a child. "Cooking is probably the only good thing that came out of my first mistress. She had very particular tastes, and if I didn't get it right I was not only punished, but I had to make it again until it was perfect." After a moment, she said with a grin, "Fucking hag."
Digging into the eggs, with her fork, she took a bite and sat back in the chair, thoughts turned inward. Places to go, things to do. Another bite of eggs. "Today I have three goals: 1) get this collar off, 2) get a job, and 3) find a gym."
Digging into the eggs, with her fork, she took a bite and sat back in the chair, thoughts turned inward. Places to go, things to do. Another bite of eggs. "Today I have three goals: 1) get this collar off, 2) get a job, and 3) find a gym."