Jack was unsure as to what she should do. She looked around the room and found it to be a rather Spartan affair. It was a typical functional motel style room. However, it did have a bathroom and a kitchenette.
"Well, at least I eat and do other things on this plane of existence." Muttered Jack.
She also saw that there was a complete array of makeup and hair care products in the bathroom and the closet held an equally dizzying array of clothing. Jack sighed as she looked at the clothing, to say it was the closet of a tramp was an understatement and each top had the words "Tit Queen" emblazoned across it.
The inspection of the kitchenette was not as fulfilling as the other part of the room. It had a fridge, microwave, sink and dishwasher. There were all the necessary utensils, but not a bit of food in the place. She also noticed that the room was devoid of a TV or radio. Ah, but there was a bookshelf. Oh, good grief, it was filled with magazines and not a book in sight. The magazines weren't the same ones as when she was alive. They were like "Cosmo" but it wasn't "Cosmo", it was like "Playgirl" but it wasn't "Playgirl", it was like "Score" but it wasn't, HEY! Why was there a big tit rag in her bookshelf? Hmm, maybe that was a clue? Maybe it wasn't. There weren't any gals in the mag that were wearing a top that said "Tit Queen", in fact they weren't wearing anything at all. Then another random thought hit Jack. Oh, NO! She wasn't turned on while looking at some of the hottest girls she had ever seen. However, well, some could have done their hair better, and that one on page 27. Wow, how did she get her hair like that? It was so cute! Jack put a hand over her mouth as an uncontrollable giggle escaped. This was getting to be a bit much for Jack. She needed air. With her chest bouncing with each step she headed out the door of her apartment.
