100 Words: What You Need to Live
“C’mon, honey, come over here!”
I hate driving this sort of asshole around.
“Hey there, gorgeous!”
He signals for me to pull over.
“Wanna party?”
A college-looking girl pokes her head in, looks around, smiles.
“Come on in!”
I sigh as he opens the door for her.
“Bet you’ve never been in such a large limo before, huh?”
She closes the door behind her, fishes in her purse for a moment, takes out a gun.
“Actually, I have. Bet you’ve never been kidnapped before, huh?”
I hear the guy actually shit himself.
“You,” she points, “start driving.”
Yes, ma’am.
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For consideration: "What's your name? Who's your daddy? Is he rich like me?"
I hate driving this sort of asshole around.
“Hey there, gorgeous!”
He signals for me to pull over.
“Wanna party?”
A college-looking girl pokes her head in, looks around, smiles.
“Come on in!”
I sigh as he opens the door for her.
“Bet you’ve never been in such a large limo before, huh?”
She closes the door behind her, fishes in her purse for a moment, takes out a gun.
“Actually, I have. Bet you’ve never been kidnapped before, huh?”
I hear the guy actually shit himself.
“You,” she points, “start driving.”
Yes, ma’am.
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For consideration: "What's your name? Who's your daddy? Is he rich like me?"