The Trouble with Skirts…

Honestly, she was probably hot…once. Bleach blonde hair that looks like it would break off if a light breeze came up, more make up on than a circus of clowns, and a skirt so short my nine year-old cousin wouldn't be allowed to wear it. But under all that is a body that dudes once flocked to… A while ago… A long, long while ago.

"Thirty two, sixty seven, ma'am." I smile and take the money, clenching my teeth when she squeezes my hand and winks.

"There's an extra five in there for you, handsome. And it's Jess. Ma'am makes me feel so old." She licks her lips again and smiles. I might puke in my mouth a little.

Practically tossing the pizza at her I smile tightly and run for my car. I might never get used to the feel of the wind on my ass under this damn skirt.


For you BoH00rs out there that are a little weepy from the end of SS and the brilliance that is bornonhalloween, I give you a little giggle-snort for the morning commute:)

All my love and enjoy!

LadyV