Exhausted she bites her lower lip and whimpers in pain. The metallic taste of blood wreaks havoc on her taste buds and makes her grimace.
Suddenly she hears a voice above her. She pauses, gazes up at the designer of the outdoor all-weather clothes line and rubs her eyes.
“That is enough testing for today,” says the designer.
“I quit,” says Mel as she breathes in hot air.