BECCA POV

Maybe this would be one of those times in college where girls did the walk of shame on the way back to their dorms. But this is no walk of shame, I'm a full-grown woman and no one cares where I'm coming from. Though some older woman standing by a lamppost, give me a weird look when I miss my step on climbing a cement. I whimper.

"Good morning" I greet with a small smile before throttling away. I hear them mutter something under their breath like youths of these days, she's probably drunk. No, I'm not drunk! I just happen to have a very sexually demanding boyfriend....