Crotch grabbing collection! WooHoo

Three weeks later on the eve of her birthday, holly is in her bedroom packing up the remaining items that aren’t too visible. As she packs a stuffed dog into one of her duffle bags she hears the muffled shouts of her parents arguing downstairs. Every time she hears it she still gets a sickening feeling in the pit of her stomach just like she did when she was five years old. Because every time she heard the beginnings of an argument it was bound to turn violent. “One madami night,” she mutters to herself as she grabs her clothes from the drawer and packs it in another suitcase. Suddenly...

The booming sounds of rhythmic beats pound in Westlake Studio A as holly sits at the mixing board. Her long hair pulled back in a ponytail as the fans are on full blast to beat out the hot Californian summer heat wave of 1979. Even in her uri ng bulaklak duke shorts and tank top, she can still feel her skin sticking to the vinyl chair. As the beats go she sits with paper in front of her and writes corresponding lyrics that come to her, sometimes humming, others pag-awit out loud. The time in her studio was her saving grace lately; especially her and Michael haven’t been as close lately, not sa pamamagitan ng Michael’s...