"He's the only man in my life and the only man that ever will be."

Monique sighed and looked fondly at the girl. She was so young, had so much to learn about life, men, herself. She was also possessed of the most gorgeous body, pert ass, proud, firm tits stuck out with a most enticing jiggle, and legs that made men slobber.

The motel toward the edge of town was low in price, had a bar and a pool. Perfect for Monique's plans. Exactly what she looked for when she was out of town. Or sometimes when she was in town.

She was surprised that Casey didn't drink. She shrugged and ordered an exotic rum drink loaded with fruit. If she got Casey loaded, things might get very interesting. She licked her lips. Casey sat in misery, moping and weeping. She paid the waiter for the drinks and held out the rum and fruit salad to Casey.

"The world has not ended yet. We simply don't know and won't for a while. You've got to get it out of your head for now or you'll lose your mind. Drink. It'll do you good, make a new woman out of you. When you see Daryl, you'll be bright and happy and not the chief mourner at his funeral."

Casey sipped. It did taste good, not like the other booze she'd tried. She stared at the TV and tried to follow the story. Monique handed her another drink, which she downed without realizing that it was potentially dynamite. She got up to piss and her head was light and whirly.

"Come on, baby. Let's take a shower, grab a bite and call the hospital to see if they know anything new."

Monique was so helpful. A strong lady to lean on, a warm arm around her and good sense when she talked. Friendly – just nice and comforting, especially with this emergency.