The morning had finally arrived for Regina Fairchild. It had been a long night, like they had been for many, many long months. She stood next to the window, peeking through the Venetian blinds. Regina stood fully nude, the rays of the rising sun gleaming off her exposed, tan flesh. She was tall and muscular with a full figure.

She had a cigarette on her lips, knowing how bad they were for her. Regina didn’t smoke them too often, though. She didn’t favor the thoughts of being impaired later on by them. Nor did she relish the thought of her breasts loosing they’re firmness because of the nicotine. She forgot where she had read that, and grinned to herself, running fingers over her breasts and down her stomach.

Her fingers followed a large scar that marked across her belly. She had a few like that on her legs and on her arms and one on her ass. She also had them on her face, down her lips, causing it to curve upwards a little bit. Another was across her eye like an “L”. They betrayed her natural beauty of her lovely features. Despite her hardened exterior, her blue eyes were still so soft and passionate, hinting at a very, peaceful and warm past.

Her hair was black and cut a few inches below her ears, making her appear a buffer, more voluptuous version of some 1920s flapper chick.

Regina’s fingers touched the scars on her face and she softly shed a few tears to herself.

Regina turned from the window and muttered the greeting to herself, going to the kitchen and pouring herself some coffee. Still nude, she walks over to her kitchen table. There was a map with several key spots marked with a red X. There were a few places circled with the day’s date. She sighed to herself, sipping the coffee, and putting her cigarette out before returning to her bedroom to dress.