How deep is the corruption




…..the upholstery was sultry, the fabric was noticeably hosiery, but inside hung a rosary; the driver didn’t notice me, cause I stood still as a pole would be, he pulled up telling a young girl to roam with me, stand close to me, she said I’m only twelve, he said that’s where I like to delve, take beautiful young women off their parents shelves, so they can be their beautiful selves. Hell; I’ll even throw in something that will make you feel good as hell, but only if you don’t tell. It was then they felt my presence, she had a look like she wasn’t going to receive her presents, she looked back before running to his car, with a devilish grin that made his look subpar.

  • Author: EvenwheniLie (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: August 6th, 2023 00:24
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  • Bobby O

    Underneath it all is the string pull of bravery
    Nice write good read

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