<strong>Michelle Chamberlain</strong><br/><strong>Her apartment</strong><br/><strong>Oliva</strong><br/><hr/><br/>Michelle did have a bit too much to drink so she had taken up Sana's offer to get a ride home with them and she'd pick up her white BMW tomorrow. Some people might have taken the car anyway but Michelle was very strict when it came to alcohol and motorvehicles. If she would get caught, not only could she lose her license or get a ticket, she could also lose her job and that just wasn't worth it to her.<br/>During the evening she had had her friends to keep her mind occupied and she really looked forward to go shopping with them tomorrow but once she had stumbled into her apartment and closed the door, the half empty house again confronted her. He had taken the couch and the chairs and although Michelle hated the chesterfields, they were part of the house and they had left a big void. Almost immediately after she got inside she knew she wanted to invite Oliva over. She had seen her at the airport today and there was something about her. Was it just wanton lust and an unsatiable urge to ravage the small girl's body or was it more? For Michelle, whatever it was, it was enough to send her a message and invite her over. They had talked and spoken a few times and exchanged numbers and in Michelle's mind, they were friends so fucking her wouldn't be too desperate or slutty.<br/><br/>After she had sent the message, she went up the stairs and changed her dress into some easy wear sweatpants and an oversized shirt. She realized her breath smelled like alcohol so she had a mint and refreshed herself to look as fresh as she could this time of the night.<br/><br/>She had draped herself on one of the chairs by the window and was fiddling with her phone when the got the message. Moments later the doorbell rang and Michelle got to the door and opened it. Oliva looked amazing and that slight tingling sensation she had in her guts before now grew to a raging fire.<br/><br/><strong>"Come in,"</strong>she said as she held the door and closed it behind Oliva.<br/><strong>"I'm glad you came. I don't want to be alone here." </strong><br/><br/>As she spoke, she fought back tidal wave after tidal wave of emotions. Some were anger towards Andrew for not giving them a proper chance, some were sadness about Andrew and yet some others were the urge to rip the clothes off Oliva's body right there and then.<br/><br/><strong>"Do you want a drink? I'm afraid I can't offer you a place to sit other than the floor or a chair." </strong><br/><br/>Without waiting, she poured herself and Oliva a glass of red wine and handed her a glass.<br/><br/><strong>"So how was work today,"</strong>Michelle asked casually as if nothing was off about this whole situation.<br/><br/>