ShortThe red dot from my cigarette grew brighter in the heavy darkness as I took another drag. It was too early, AM. I stood in the dark alley under a street lamp, with my beloved trench coat/armoury.Short
I dropped my stub of a cancer stick and crushed it with my boot. It's go time, Kyle I thought to myself as I tightened my black leather gloves.
Stepping out of the light of the street lamp, I emerged myself in the dark night. It's always dark in Empire City. Even during the day, the cloudsblock the sun. I guess God doesn't want Hell to see the true light of day.
The lobby was too obvious, so I went to a loading
The First TimeI remember my first time. It was great, but it was scary, she was crying half the time. I can still see her face and feel her skin.The First Time
I picked her up on the street. I probably should have done this with someone I cared about; but then again, it'd be awkward around friends and family.
She had been around the block a few times, and I had to pay her to come with me. She had a low cut halter-top with an exposed mid-drift. A little bit of fat rolled out over her pants; I didn't care -- I'm not picky.
She sat on the edge of the bed, and crossed her pleather-clad legs. I went to the other room to grab two drinks.
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