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I got this,

I hope she doesn’t get there before I do. I know I left it on the back of the toilet. Stupid me for listening to Ron, “Screw ’em in the shower, Shelia will never know”. If she’s there, how shall I ac—did I just blow a stop sign? -slow down Ken, Slooooow dooooown. O.K. I’m pouring sweat, she knows I sweat when I’m nervous. I’ll tell her the heater’s broken, she never drives this piece of crap. Good, Sepulvida looks busy, maybe I’ll beat her if I take 405. Yeah, 405, I’ll use the breakdown lane, here we go. Man that wall is close, “Yeah, you too asshole!” stupid motorcyclist, they’re all crazy, ha! ha!, maybe he’s got a used condom laying around too, on the down low like me. I can’t afford to live alone! I wish I knew how to save money, instead I spend it on cruising for meat. Dear lord, help me please, I didn’t make it! She’s standing in the driveway, arms crossed, a raging beauty. Pull in Ken, nice & easy, relax, act casual ole’ boy, you got this, look her in the eye, what’s she got in her hand? wait, Wait!

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