There’ll definitely be no making out on that couch, Sheila thought, eyeing the overturned sofa.
Poor, sweet, simple Josh. What should she tell him? She certainly couldn’t tell him the truth. It would put his life in danger. Fleeing came to mind. She could just run away and avoid explaining it to Josh for the moment. When he got there and saw the mess and no her, he would most likely call the police. Yeah, he’d call the police, because he was a nice guy.
But what if there were more ninjas on the way? Josh wouldn’t stand a chance against them. Sheila paced back and forth, thinking. What do to?
Suddenly, lights speared through the broken windows and Sheila heard a car outside. It was Josh.
Sheila took a deep breath and thought of what to tell Josh.
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