<div class="floatleft">(http://thehairfiles.files.wordpress.com/2011/09/jasmine-sanders1.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Name:</strong>Leslie Ann Thompson<br/><strong>Locations:</strong>On her way to the bookstore and the bookstore<br/><strong>Date &amp; Time:</strong>7 am<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Kyler Bishop<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Leslie woke early, stretching noisily, she was happy to realize that the bug she had seemed to be all but almost gone. A small cough remained, but she could happily deal with that. The last couple of days had been a bit rough, but she had still went in to work. She couldn't afford to miss and it seemed that since both her and her boss, Mr. Bishop, had the same thing it wasn't going to hurt to be there.<br/><br/>Leslie went about her morning, showering, getting changed into her favorite bluejeans and a t-shirt with the classic Aerosmith logo. The white wings over her breasts on the otherwise black shirt. She tied it in the back right above the waist band of her jeans as was her custom with bigger baggier shirts.<br/><br/>With that she grabbed her purse and headed out the door. She only lived a couple blocks from the bookstore and walked to work everyday. On her way her thoughts went to her boss, she had noticed that he seemed to be less put together lately. She had noticed that he smelled of alcohol more often than not lately and she had even found the remnants of his drinking in the trash bins when she took the garbage out or straightening the back room.<br/><br/>She found the streets more quiet than normal and she was pretty much on autopilot as she walked down the sidewalk. The few people out and about all seemed to be coughing or sniffling and Leslie wondered just how many people had gotten this flu, it seemed so much more wide spread than any illness she had ever seen before. Soon finding herself at work she turned into the recessed doorway just as someone passed behind her coughing horribly. She glanced back just in time to see the man turn his head towards her and cough once more. She felt the wetness of his spittle on her face and she turned quickly back to the door and let herself into the shop.<br/><br/>Walking to the back of the store, she was surprised to see her boss standing there, arms stretched above his head as he put on a shirt. Her eyes passed over his toned chest and abs, pausing to roam over the scars upon his chest. She froze, unsure of what to do or say.<br/><br/>Finally shaking herself out of her momentary stupor, she cleared her throat and shook her head.. "Mr. Bishop, I'm here." She turned and headed back to the front of the store, with the lingering scent of liquor still burning her nostrils.<br/><br/><br/>