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Gwendolyn asks the leering butcher,
“What’s your finest
Cut of meat?” Eyebrows raised —
He gazes up says, “What type —
Of meat Madame?”
She grits her teeth, repulsed.
He watches her, lasciviously flirting,
He winks; Gwendolyn —
Replies,”Meat that isn’t me.”
©Mandibelle16. (2017) All Rights Reserved.
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These dreary sky’s didn’t feel like Christmas to Kayden. Nor did the nameless woman beside him, a snake tattoo climbing her back through a leering skull.
The girl moaned, waking up and briefly flashing Kayden with light blue-eyes and her chest, where tattoos of thorns and brambles wandered. She smirked when she saw Kayden’s face:
“Haven’t been with a girl with tattoos like me before, have you?”
Kaydeen felt no need to answer and she laughed,”That’s fine. So we’re clear, I was drunk and using you for sex and not the other way around.” He chuckled and was about to talk when she shushed him.
“This is my apartment and in ten-minutes, you need to be gone,” the girl mumbled pressing her head into her pillow sleepily.
Kayden wanted to protest but she was already asleep.
A Merry Christmas to him indeed.
©Mandibelle16. (2016) All Rights Reserved.