Tuesday, September 8, 2009

100 Words #1

Steaming, hot coffee and cigarette smoke clouded her view of him only slightly. "I don't get what your problem is, that is one beautiful piece of man."

"Trust me, you don't want that," she responded, amused. Cream swirled through her coffee as she spun her stir stick. "If it's too good to be true, you know it is."

"That's poppycock! The only people who say that are the ones who don't get any. Oh!" As the smoke cleared, a strapping man turned around, revealing two rather perky additions to his pecks and rosy lips, matching his perfectly manicured nails. "....Touche."

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