Jan 18, 2005 20:12
Margarete woke up with a ciggarette butt hanging from her lips, it was stale and smelled like well, a ciggarette. she was staring out her window when something stirred net to her. Startled she turned around. To her surprise a man was there sleeping. He had striking features and greying hair, but none the less handsome. In a quiet voice she enquired "who are you?" he answered back "why, buttercup don't you know?"
"no"
"ok"
"so"
"so, I'll tell you, it appears that last night me and some gents where walking down the lane when we ran into you and your posse. You offered me love an me being a romantic man could not resist. So I took you in my arms and we went gallavanting off."
"why that certainly is romantic" the whore said startled, If you ever need me again I'll be more than happy to"-"that won't be necisarry" proclaimed the man, "I have a wife who I am very close to I was etremely drunk"
"that's too bad"
"yes" said the man as he began to dress, "oh and by the way, I have aids"