And there she was, writing and fucking her way to fame as she almost tripled her earnings in only a couple of years. And then one day, she met Ellen, ...the vice chairman for a partner media group at a party, all the while she was quite drunk and understandably vulnerable. Both the vice chairman and the up and coming journalist found each other interesting and ended up naked in Ellen's giant mansion in the upper east side of the city. When Emma woke up the next day, she saw the blonde MILF. She'd have to go through the alleyway, with all the drunks and homeless people. She was wearing her favorite black sweater, and now it was going to get ruined.She turned to her left into the alleyway, where it was cold and damp. She walked as fast as she could in her heeled shoes, but still a couple of drunkards saw her and said nasty things. She was stopped suddenly when somebody grabbed her on the arm. It was an old woman."Spare some change for an old woman," said the stranger."Let me go,". "Remember what I said. Who's the masochist here?" I know," he sighed. "Miss... Acacia, that's sometimes very hard to remember. If you're going to take a shower, it would be nice if I could get some clean clothes on you, too. I'm afraid there's not much here you could wear." Oh, I could wear anything, if we're just going to sit around," she replied."Well, there might be a sweat shirt and some sweat pants that would cinch up adequately," he said. "But they'd be huge on you." I'll make do," she. Lillith thought of the need to get home. It was starting to get cold and she didnt know enough fier spells to keep her from catching her death out in this long fall night. She pulled the hood up over her long braided red hair and galloped down the shore of the Lock. It would take her at least four hours before she would reach home. An hour into the ride she discovered that she was low on water. So deciding to stop she tethered her horse to a dead tree on a low branch. Getting down she looked.