“What’s new Suzie Q?” as she picks up the lighter from the cup holder.
“You know, I am probably not going to forget this little escapade my whole life.”
“Hmm, you might not have that chance, dear sir.” as she winks at him.
He pulls up his pants and exits the car.
He seemed tired, and she did not want to risk any unplanned accidents.
“How do I know where to find you?” he yells while she drives away.
She brakes causing the tires to smoke sweet little forms.
“Trust me. If I need to, I will find you.”
The confusion on his face causes satisfaction in her secretive soul and as she drives away, he smiles ironically.
His wallet, license, and social security are all in her possession.
He thinks, “Yeah, I guess she can find me.”, while walking into the city of sin and fortune.
Changing gears, she pops the new “Fluke” CD into her stereo. An excursion of interesting proportion will take place, different than most, this is unplanned.
This is instinct.
This is desire.
This is Lust.
Her plump lips mumble along to ”Snapshot” by her most favorite artists in sound and adrenaline, Fluke.
A beautiful blonde on the right side of the strip, a handsome fellow on the left.
Oh so many opportunities.
Oh so many.
Perhaps a good quality coffee is in order, you know, before the show begins.
Just a little.
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