The fears of every sweater vest wearing, popular instrumental listening, and curfew at 10:00 sharp conservative home owning association parent, showed its fun hungry head in the form of a 5” 6 brunette named Lone.
sweater-vest wearing, popular-instrumental
curfew-at-10:00-sharp, conservative home-owning association parent
fun, hungry head in the form of a 5” 6 brunette named Lone.
The very sound of her named made my block shake in its perfectly crisp socks and wail and holler as if fire and brimstone laid in their future.
The day she graced me with her presence had to be one of the greatest days of my life - I knew my Lone based dreams were coming true, she glided through the air like some type of virtuous gargoyle; her smile was unforgettable and the fluorescent light danced on her hair and bounced off her radiant brown skin. I was so lucky to bask in her poise and charisma and scent and jokes. It wasn’t long before my brother, Eric, fell into the Lone spell and took on the rock star boyfriend title; those who hated her just misjudged – everything [s]her[/s] she did was only to better herself.
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No conversation – no words just action Lone was no slut or trash she was comfortable
No conversation, no words - just action. Lone was no slut or trash; she was comfortable.
“What, you asking me
“Wow great question, that’s really what I want my boyfriend’s sister asking me.” Lone joked. She appeared wearing only a teddy bear blowing bubble t-shirt and polka dot underwear rummaging through a pile of clothes.
“I mean, I always see you two kissing and stuff like you always do it.”
“[s]Where[/s] Were you not here an hour ago...? Of course we do it, Pierce, its no big deal. It makes him feel like a big man.” She said picking up some jean shorts, sniffing them and putting them on.
“So you do it to make him feel better – what – what about you?”
Police sirens rang and everyone in front of me was a bright blur – my mother’ll tell you it was the acid talking. I watched a pool of color clutter and spread out, it wasn’t until later I realized Eric met his maker face to floor with the pavement and Lone was the witness.