This is the second part of the Sexual Escapades of Sarah White. Although nobody did read the first chapter at the point of writing this, I feel compelled to write a second. Once again, forgive me for the lack of spacing. It does not seem to work on my computer, no matter how much I do space the paragraphs out.Sarah White was down and out. As expected, she had lost her job when the surgery was bought out by a businessman, uninterested in medical matters, as his wish was to convert it into a warehouse. Worse, he was immune to her charms, probably why he was a successful businessman. So she became jobless and as she went job hunting, she found it very difficult to find a suitable job, as most were taken or the working conditions could simply not meet her standard of living. She had taken on several temporary jobs and at current, she worked as a shop keeper at a small corner store which obtained seldom business.One day, she got home to find an odd letter on her doorstep. The letter read grim news. Her nursing qualification was fast coming towards its end. She would need to return and retrain if she were to keep her qualification. She groaned. She had no money and would not be getting a free ride, being unemployed. She flicked out a cigarette and lit it up. Since her unemployment, she'd fast found that smoking and going out drinking had helped her cope, although the mornings after were killers. However, the cigarette was unable to calm her anxiousness, and she decided she would need to unwind at a local bar.Upon arriving, she was greeted by the male inhabitants in a series of ungraceful ways; wolf whistles, jeers, a few hands and the sort. She had grown accustom to this and pushed past them to the bar. What would you like, love? The barman kindly asked. He was no saint, but at least treated her with slight dignity.Oh anything with alcohol, lots of alcohol. She spoke nonchalantly.Ah, the usual then. So, bad day, eh? He conversed. She nodded as he handed her a drink.My nursing qualification is gonna get revoked unless I go on a refresher course. I'd love except I got no money. Ah, bad luck then. Well, you can always find a new job. Nursing can't be that good, eh?It pays the bills, or at least, it used to. Also, I was pretty good at it. Yeah, until old man John popped himself. Wonder why he did that. She felt a pang of guilt, not for him, but for her failed plan. It had been that failure, which had brought her down to this.Sarah attempted to drink the night away, hoping to remove all of her life's dramas with drink. All it did was get her very drunk.Urgh