It was Thursday morning and Isabella was in a sleepy coma. It was early. It was cold. And there it was in the distance – the sound of the rubbish truck clunking up the street. Isabella’s eyes opened. Her body stiffened. “Fuck!” Isabella had forgotten to put the wheelie bin out for it’s weekly collection. Within a second she was out the door. Grabbing the bin, she began running to the kerb. The sun barely speckled the long and winding driveway. Isabella made it. She waved to the rubbish truck driver only to realise that she was half naked. Walking slowly back to the house, empty rubbish bin in one hand, she covered her nipple with the other and laughed out loud. Well, what’s one nipple between friends?