Tempted to Touch

I hit the lock button on my key to lock the car doors but didn't hear the little 'click' sound.

God freaking damnit! Work, you damn thing! I muttered, furiously pressing the button to no avail. The car's a piece of shit anyway.

My heels clicked along the pavement of my daughter's school parking lot and I just hoped I didn't break a heel on this damn street. The shoes are rentals from Tina.

I narrowed my eyes at a group of high school boys who stood in a group nearly drooling on themselves as they watched me walk by.

Checking my watch, I saw it was only a half-hour till my next shift at the strip club. This meeting better pass by quickly and easily.