I managed to sexualize everything about her; even the way the filthy smoke escaped her beautiful lips.
She walked with one foot placed deliberately in front of the other. Amy took slow and even steps in an effort not to appear inebriated. She was not inebriated though, just lost in thought. So much had transpired over the last several weeks and she was still trying to process it all. There were children running around her and yelling in the distance but Amy kept her head down and continued to walk forward. Amy finally reached a stoop to rest on and when she looked around, she realized that her surroundings were unfamiliar.
(This is both a lost file and incomplete. Go figure. 7/14/2013)