I knew the risk I was taking, but never expected this.
I got closer to the street so drivers could see me better. My sequin dress sparkled under the moonlight. The breeze tingled my bare back. I approached the window of a silver Ford, expecting some stuttering idiot—the most abundant species at that time. As I adjusted my pantyhose, I felt them squish my testicles.
I wasn’t aware he was coming to town that weekend; I thought he drove a Volvo.
Looking inside, I swallowed hard.
“What brings you to this area, Uncle Frank?”
I didn’t know what else to say.
Wow.
Love it Daniela!