Sorry for the delay everyone. I rewrote this a few times trying to get it just right.
For those that don't know, this is a followup to the stories "Shannon's Spankings".
Liz stood facing the door. It seemed so .. solid. Like a doorway to another world. And it was. A doorway to comfort and warmth, structure, guidance and all things good. Under one arm she had a bunch of clothes. The other held a sack of random items. Things she needed and some things she didn't. But she had clung to them to maintain her sanity. It wasn't easy living on the street.
The last week had not been easy on her. In fact the last months had not been easy on her at all. She thought back on how she came to be in front of Shannon's apartment door in this state.