Sugar Momma
She owned the prestigious penthouse suite of a luxurious high-rise and the view at night, out over the smaller blocks and bustling streets below was nothing short of stunning, watching the lights move, the tiny shuffling ant-like figures of people as they went about their lives, it made her feel as rich as, well, she was. But every day that passed she found less and less gleam to her life, her fulfilment draining, the view, as stunning as it was, just becoming a part of the background. ...