(Note: I know that the other party usually doesn't know, but I'm assuming that Mr. Hammond went outside bounds for the sake of the conflict coming up.)
Zoe was lucky she wasn't driving as she had no idea where her wife could be found. Fortunately, her new golfing buddies did.
They headed there as fast as they could, breaking the speed limit at several points and arrived at a nicer house than Zoe usually was in.
She ran inside and found a middle-aged man standing there. He had dyed black hair, piercings, a spiked collar, a black corset, a ripped black miniskirt, black and white striped stockings, and black knee-high buckled boots with four-inch stacks.
"Who the fuck are you?" The man said to her.
