PERILOUSPOTION.

at least she isn’t some fake blonde,  perfume soaked bimbo with some artificial alliterative motive.  ‘ fifteen bucks,  a shower at my place,  & an easy mac dinner. ‘  she drops her shirt,  hands raising,  waiting for an answer before letting them flop down to her sides  ( in the most ungraceful way possible ).  ‘ who can pass up easy mac ? ‘

is she supposed to take it on  faith  that this girl  isn’t  a crazed  psychopath,  or that  accepting  such a generous offer won’t mean tempting fate ?    (    a woman is just as capable as a man.    )    head cants,  gaze narrowing in with  scrutiny.     ❛     fifteen,  'n a big mac from mcdonald’s.    ain’t gonna hang out at someone’s crib i don’t know.    that’s  askin’  for trouble.     ❜