The b***h lives in a loft.
I'm talking massive, like a penthouse in New York, big and roomy with white walls, white furniture and a massive fish tank with odd catfish inside.
The odd thing about the catfish is that they where literally cat heads on fish bodies.
I walked to the kitchen and began going through the drawers before pulling out a knife and psyching myself into this.
An hour of moving from one hiding spot to another, I decided the shower was the best. Everyone goes to the shower after they come home, right?
Another hour later, the door opened and I stiffened while hearing Lucinda sing out loud gleefully.
Then her footsteps hung around the front for a while before she came into the bathroom and stood still for a while.
"How did you get here?"
I stayed entirely still and th
