You Can't Be Too Careful

It was totally by accident. She stood up, her skirt was too short, she flashed me. I couldn't divert my eyes, she accused me of staring, making her uncomfortable. The company took her side.

Later, another day, she walked beside me 'you want my pussy, don't you?'

Several years passed, I was working for another brand. I ran into her at a bar. 'Still wanting my pussy?' I walked her out back, over the hood of a car and whipped her ass with my belt. As I walked off she called me a weeny, too scared to fuck.

|She flashed me on purpose, she's a shank, a bitch, a slut. When you run into one, walk away, look up, look down but don't look up her skirt. She's not worth the fuck.