Thursday, June 16, 2016

Behind enemy lines

She knocks on my door at 6 PM, far less distinctively than I thought she would. I haven't seen her in days, just him in his bone white linen pants and Paisley shirt, hiding those subtle glances behind a pair of shades from the early 70's.

She keeps her arms crossed in front of her while she speaks with her tenderly French accent. "Avy" she says (how does she know my name?), "we were wondering if you wanted to join us for dinner on Friday. We're making Moules". I know it's a trap but I'm walking straight in to it just to see what she's capable of doing to me.

She nods absently as if to add something to my confirmation but instead starts walking slowly back to their apartment. Just as I'm about to close the door behind me she turns around, a hint of a smile on her fairytale face and in her voice. "Oh, and we'd love it if you wore that underwear set, the pink one. It's so fucking adorable".




9 comments:

  1. Either wear just that, or bring them with you... in your pocket.

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  2. What a strange request

    http://wiltedxfaded.blogspot.co.uk/

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  3. That is an odd request... will you comply ? xox

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  4. ... and dat how da cookie crumbles ... or not ... Love, cat.

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  5. why is she requesting for that? Be careful Avy, hope all is well with you.

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  6. Creepy is the first word that came in my mind with the last line.

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