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TXT RB: Sorry batt low be a while yet still Port Macquarie
TXT IG: Port Macquarie? Shouldn’t you have been there hours ago? What the?
TXT RB: Sorry babe band needed a break lawn bowls. Be home to tuck you in miss u xx
‘F%@#, F$#@, F$#@, F*%&, F$@!.. C*&%.’
As much as she wanted to scream obscenities at him there was no point in phoning. He was drunk. Thats why he was texting and hiding behind the low battery excuse. She would probably get a message later saying they were staying. The band would have drawn out the local talent. He’d have a teenage hopeful in her favourite black skinny jeans and sportsgirl top hanging all over him… feeding his vanity.
‘His vanity,’ IGirl thought ‘is what got us into this mess in the first place.’
She couldn’t dwell on it though. Even if the band left straight away it would be hours before he got back. It was dark and she needed to feed…. Now.
She pulled the bone knots out of her hair. Without the bones the public face of IGirl was anonymous and anonymity was what she needed. The new peep dress was hanging over the couch so she threw it on. It was unfinished, rough, but it hugged in all of the right places. She put on one of Rowan's hats, placed her aviators on her face and managed to squeeze into her KittyC boots.
She ran her tongue over her teeth and spontaneously salivated.
‘F%$@, f$#!... Calm yourself...’
IGirl needed a plan. It wasn’t the first time she had been in this situation but it felt the most desperate. Why had she left it so long? Bar seduction was out, at this time of night people would be sticking to groups and not drunk enough to be lead astray.
'F*&%#!$$%##K.. why would I wait for him... stupid stupid stupid.’
She knew of a skate park fifteen minutes drive away. She had seen kids there before, it would just be the older ones now, the one’s who didn’t need to go home to Mummy for dinner.
‘Christ.. could she?’
At this point she couldn't see any options. She shoved what she needed into her calf skin bag and grabbed her camera.
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