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| Source: Ambroz |
Cyrene glided into
the classy bar. Thank God for Cougar Dating service! She patted the red rose pinned on her low cut
dress.
Ah, there he is! The old guy with his own red rose
on lapel! Cyrene licked her tongue across front teeth, checking
for lipstick. Her bicuspid fangs were less obvious since
the dentist trip and whitening had removed heavy tobacco stains.
He sat there, a dithering old man. His rheumy glassy eyes and a slack wet
drooling mouth, Edward Saint-Germaine appeared every bit the wealthy old man.
For a single moment,
Cyrene felt recalcitrant about
moving in for the kill, but that quickly passed.
P.S. These words are courtesy of Delores at myfeatherednest . Please check the right sidebar for other Wednesday Words participants!
P.S.S. I left out rodeo by pure accident. Oh, well. Next time I will do better. Sorry, Delores.
P.S. These words are courtesy of Delores at myfeatherednest . Please check the right sidebar for other Wednesday Words participants!
P.S.S. I left out rodeo by pure accident. Oh, well. Next time I will do better. Sorry, Delores.
Gold diggers unite
ReplyDeleteI wouldn't be opposed to gold diggers like her, if i were that age lol need gold first though
ReplyDeleteWhat....you couldn't have them meet at the rodeo? lol.
ReplyDeleteDear Susan, that "moving in for the kill" probably has more than one connotation. Right?????? Ah ha!!!! Peace.
ReplyDeleteOh my. The illustration nails Cyrene and your very different take on the words Delores provided. Brilliant - thank you.
ReplyDeleteOh, that Cyrene has my attention, she does! Tons of fun!!!
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