“Frailty, thy name is woman.” Hamlet  Act I; Scene II

Justin yawns as he watches the beautiful girl slowly enter the room. She smiles meekly at him and he raises his eyebrows. She was young, maybe only nineteen or twenty. He liked the young girls. "What's your name?" he asks softly.

She flips her hair back nervously, her eyes wandering around the small room. "Rosalyn."

'Romeo and Juliet' he thinks. The elusive Rosalyn. She may be just what he's waiting for. "Why don't you take a seat... Rosalyn." She carefully steps forward and sits across from him, smoothing her short skirt. His eyes are drawn to her legs and he grins. Very nice pick... Very nice.

Frailty
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