Stella woke with a moan, her panties soaked and twisted around her thighs like a wet rag. The blanket barely covered her naked body. She fished her phone off the bedside table, squinting at Daniel's message - 'Lost my job. Life's shit and depression. Wanna meet?"

Depression, my ass, Stella scoffed, a cruel smirk twisting her lips as she typed back a response. 'Want me to wipe your tears? Let's meet.'