Chapter 296 "Oh Fuck," My Cock Shots Deep:>Ep8

• When we were finally allowed to go see Lizzy's apartment we discovered that it was gone. There was a huge pile of debris where it had been; the keel of an overturned yacht poked out of the area where her living room had been.
• Lizzy's office had fared no better. She had worked in a clapboard building that faced the seawall. It had been painted a bright yellow with green trim and white accents. It had fit in well with the whole motif of the area's businesses. An old fashioned shingle had announced the name of the establishment.
• Now the cheery yellow façade was gone. All that was left standing was the front deck, which was tiled heavily toward the street. I held Lizzy as she mourned her losses. We had found nothing in the rubble of her apartment that could be salvaged. I was glad that she had thought to bring all of her irreplaceable stuff to my house with her.