Karyn Makes Up Her Mind

Karyn closed her eyes and swore softly as she saw the huge muscle-bound man striding down the hallway, Random Gun in hand. She closed the bathroom door again and grimaced, thinking furiously. "That has to be Mrs Williams," she whispered to herself. "And with Jon back at home with the Rock, that gun might be the only chance I have to get back there." She looked over at the mirror again, seeing herself in a tight top, boobs hanging free and barely covered, a short skirt with legs going with age and stripper boots... at her face, cheaply made up and lipsticked... and her hair, once long and blonde and now streaky and badly dyed. "I'm not staying like this. Fuck it. Gotta go," she said. And with that, she turned and kicked open the bathroom door.