checkmate…

checkmate...

after
he claimed
to be
unable
to
drive home
because
of
the wine
she
acquiesced
and
said
he could
stay
and
sleep it off
on
her sofa
as
she unbottoned
her blouse
to
prepare
for
bed
he crept
into her room
with
lustful
anticipation
she turned
slowly
like
in
a movie
and
drew
a small derringer
from
her bedside
and then
soberingly
asked
if
he wanted
to
sleep
outside
or
forever

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