The Journey of an Ou

A dull, alcohol-laced voice crept from the doorway: "Slacking off again Don't you want your pay",The ceiling fan whirred feebly, emitting a grating groan as it struggled to turn. Pushing open the door, Heather's gaze fell upon the figure behind the counter.,The menacing muzzle of the gun pointed straight at Jack's red, bloated nose. The old man immediately raised his hands in surrender.。