
He said, “Hello Miss. How are you?”
“Fine. How are you?” I replied.
He said, “I’m good….Now why don’t you get acquainted with my dick.”
I think he liked me.
I wonder if he got nervous and ran out of things to talk about.
Essays, Short stories, Hardcore Ish, and Bullhonkey (c)
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Too bad you didn't have a cell phone camera at your disposal for some vigilante justice:
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