Sunday, May 2, 2010

They Feast By Night

She opened the door, languidly, her robe open; the pizza man was stunned by the naked desire in her face.
Suddenly, as she checked out his package,her smouldering need was replaced by a burst of icy rage.
"You, bastard," she mouthed, it was nearly a whisper,
"You forgot the fucking bread sticks."

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