Good evening friends, it is late here and I get up early for work. This is my last post for this evening. Please join me tomorrow for another great day of posting. Thank you and good night.
My next stop was the local liquor store on Cascade Road. Ruthie’s apartment had a stocked bar, and when I checked her credit cards and bank statement, I discovered she had charged no alcohol. She either bought the liquor with the cash she got from one of her admirers, or she used her wiles to get free booze from the store owner. With a stomach like a bottomless pit, and her morals in disarray, it was obvious Ruthie’s partying came before anything or anyone else did.