the prettiest cadaver
I thought that we might have a good time that night. You picked me up at my house around six, and we proceeded to the cafe. We made small talk and sipped black coffee. Everything was wonderful. But the night came to a close. We climbed into your car and we started the journey home. A half a mile later, the conversation died. Another half of a mile, you pulled over.
"Baby, I can't take this anymore you." you said.
You leaned over and kissed me. I responded politely. I pulled back. You pushed forward, rolling onto the passenger seat and straddling my hips.
"What are you doing?" I was frightened then.
"I can't take this anymore." You repeated.
I moved my hand quickly for the door handle, only to find it missing. You had been planning this all along.
"Baby, I can't take this anymore you." you said.
You leaned over and kissed me. I responded politely. I pulled back. You pushed forward, rolling onto the passenger seat and straddling my hips.
"What are you doing?" I was frightened then.
"I can't take this anymore." You repeated.
I moved my hand quickly for the door handle, only to find it missing. You had been planning this all along.