She was cute enough, on the first date, eyes hidden behind these bug-eyed sunglasses, we walked, she talked, 3 hours straight. Intelligent, if you trusted her, I trusted her, I trust everyone, I'm gullible that way. I barely slipped a word in edgewise, it was just another date...
And she'd text me from time to time, she was out of town, family business, busy, we didn't hook up again, until...
She starts texting me. I'm an ass, I haven't been texting her, I protest, I'm just following convention, don't want to be the overly dependent non-boyfriend...
Abundant miscommunications, and despite being a bottle of Vodka to the wind I agree to drive out and see her...
Cochrane. Bookends to someone I know, living the first house opposite the park to someone else, very important to me, even in her absence...
It's weird this. And she, in a bathrobe, quickly dropped, nothing on underneath, a flawless form, figure, but she's quick to observe my many faults, failings, my teeth (yellow rats teeth), my lack of tone, she's condescending...
It happens, sure it would, in the basement, where it should, and she won't let me leave, indiscreet confessions and pillow talk inappropriate to a first date, a few hours later, it's time to go, time to go, and she's shouting at me "You can't leave until you fuck my ass..." and in other circumstances, with other people, maybe, but I've gotten a little far out of my box and it's time to return to safety...