Chapter Nineteen. Lisa May.
The thud of the base reverberates through my body. The stench of sweat and stale alcohol wafts in my nostrils. My eyes are heavy, because, although I paced myself, I am at the tired side of tipsy.
Hell, it has been years since I have been ‘clubbing’. I forgot how heals hurt my feet, drink makes me sloppy and giggly, and men are damned pervs! Seriously, I have been groped one time to many in this damned place. Lynn is dancing all over, laughing like she doesn’t have a care in the world. Diana is a hoot; I find myself liking her instantly. Which is unusual for me, if I am honest. Yes, my past has left me jaded with not just men. She is an expert at dodging the perv’s on the dance floor, I, am, however, out of practise seemingly going from one pair of wander
