Richard Took Off His T-Shirt
like you’ve poured ink on your head- his eyes were pure chocolate
- tried to cut his own hands off?
- in the car with the baby wipes
- Richard took off his t-shirt
- flashed a self-deprecating smile
Richard took off his t-shirt and flashed a self-deprecating smile as he flexed his impressive pecs in time to the pulsating dance music. His hair was the distinctive blue-black that looks like you’ve poured ink on your head in an attempt to look like Elvis. His eyes were pure chocolate chip cookies of lust. Sally decided right then and there that she wanted to screw him, out in the parking lot in the car with the baby wipes and juice boxes, and all the other symbols of her suburbanized domesticity. Sally knew it was sinful to do what she was thinking of doing with Richard while her husband Cliff was in the hospital, but she wasn’t sure she wanted to be married to Cliff anymore. Who would want to be married to a man who, when asked to help with the dishes, tried to cut his own hands off?
Sally smiled and took Richard’s intact hand, leading him out of the club.