Walk of Shame
In the morning, I drive down the same highway. On the side of the highway is a seedy motel. One morning, I saw the ultimate walk of shame. The woman was clutching a motel bed sheet around her naked body. She walked straight across the highway, barefoot, to the bus stop.
She walked straight across the highway, barefoot, to the bus stop. In the morning, I drive down the same highway. One morning, I saw the ultimate walk of shame. The woman was clutching a motel bed sheet around her naked body. On the side of the highway is a seedy motel.