“You’re going to need this…” Devon would explain while handing off a yellow hard hat in Kayla’s direction before turning his back to her and making his way through the skeletal remains of her previous place of employment that neared a decade. The cherry colored leather that would seat regulars throughout the week were now left hollow and the glass that gave an ambiance of illumination was now replaced with thick sheets of plastic. But neither of these adjustments had proven dangerous as this would come from the beams set throughout the former supper club now laid similar to reckless logs of fallen trees in the perils of the deep woods. Devon would turn to assist her over these bulbous erections to keep her from falling on her face as she would accept this kindness for the sole purpose to k
