(Author's Note: The description/opener of this is taken from one written by Anonymous51 for another story.)
Thirty-year old Crystal Evans stumbled toward her shoddy apartment complex on Elm Street. Another job well done. She took a cigarette, put it in her mouth, and lit it.
A car drove by, the female driver giving her a disgusted look. She was used to it. Yeah, she was a hooker. So what? Some women were good at typing, some were good at cooking. She was just one of them that was good at fucking.
She headed upstairs and collapsed on her bed. No one said her job was easy. Suddenly there was a bright flash of light and boom of thunder...and she sat upright in bed and blinked.
Something had just happened, but she couldn't put her finger on it.
