“Come on in, don’t be shy. You’ve certainly given me that,” she said with a single snort wet laugh down her runny wet nose. Popular spot being so close to the mall and all.”
“Yeah, really, really popular,” he splutters down his nose, trying to suppress his laughter. But most damning of all, there’s a whiteboard leaning up against the wall with my cell number at the top and a long list of random female names down one side. “What was that?” my press making her visibly squirm. I held out the box and she swooshed out several little white squares. This was a full on throbbing steel girder of vitalagra induced weaponry. “Well, he told me you appeared to have been running some sort of business from the premises.”
“Oh, no, no no, he’s got it all wrong …..” I began my apologetic explanation about it only being a prank. I can’t,” as she takes a step towards the door, obviously about to flee. “Take a moment.
