Jigsaw42

A/N: Please read the DESCRIPTION box first! Thanks! A Woman’s Touch You need money, plain and simple. You have been attending the local community college for almost four years now and you still have not found a career that you could be happy with. At this point you might as well be a “professional” student. Great. Things were pretty tough right now, especially within your family. You were still dealing with the loss of your father; the cancer finally caught up to him after almost two years of chemo when the oncologist said that the disease was completely gone. It would be another three months after that when you all disco

There was no way you were ignoring the stressed call from your good old friend John, he seemed pretty urgent and was speaking way to goddamn fast for your liking. "Whoa, dude, chill the fuck out. breathe, then repeat whatever you just said." You commanded, he tried but it just came out as a jumbled mess again when you heard Dave in the background. "Hey, better idea, hand the phone to Strider." He did as told, thank god. "Uh, hey, why is John flipping his shit?" "Because my sprite is having a totally uncool emotional breakdown, he totally bit the head off of a Nic Cage cut out. Think you can fix him or something..?" You sigh in irritation,