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By darwin Date: 2005 Apr 04 Comment on this Work [[2005.04.04.14.00.2060]] |
| she was just another prissy english bitch. shielded in the greenhouse, the humidity cloying to my skin. she walked past without even the simplest attempt of "excuse me". just another reason for me to dislike her. men will instantly think she is fuckable anyway, accents seem to do that. british? why yes I must have you now! even my husband thought she was hot, but a bitch. it was hard to concentrate on the plants we were looking at, i was distracted by her. i can't tell you why. why this sudden intrusion into my life by her accent, and she was beautiful, and i found myself twisting with jealousy. beautiful women have it easier then they realize. they will garner smiles from just a twitch of the corners of their mouth, it's just the way of the beautiful people. i couldn't stop watching her, and i felt like yelling at her while i was twisting and envious on the inside. here she was tall and sleek, her dark hair pulled into a long pony tail. her body slim and inviting, while her jeans hugged her curves. i'm sure that her breasts were small, but shapely under that vest of hers. why was my heart hurting, just looking at her. this snake winding its way around my heart, and twisting, it's teeth sinking into my veins. venom coursing through my blood. |