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The Low Art of Cat Calling

                                 

by The Urban Blabbermouth
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"Hey Baby, your headlights are on.  Come with me and I'll light you up tonight, all night long.  I'm cocked and ready to go," exclaimed Joe as the woman scurried down the street, blank-faced, clutching hard at her bag.

Charlie chuckled as he wiped down the backhoe, "Man, Joe, you sure have a way with words.  You should write a book."
"Nah, I ain't no writer. These things just come to me."
"Well it's like poetry.  You must do OK with the ladies?"
"No more than usual. But the ladies do like to be told how sexy they are."
"You should start a school.  Mind if I use your line?"
"Feel free."
"Thanks.  Tonight is Belgian Beer at Pinkie’s. You coming?"
"Nah, I'm tired.  Been a long day.  Nite."
"See you tomorrow."

"Hey Baby, your headlights are on.  Come with me and I'll light you up tonight, all night long," exclaimed Charlie in the dimly lit bar, to a buxom woman in leather pants with a tightly wound whip hidden on her opposite hip.
She looked at him, "So you think you can handle a woman like me?"
"Yup, cocked and ready to go."
The woman's eyes lit up wickedly as she touched her whip, smiled and said,  "My, aren't you the macho one.  I accept your challenge.  Let's go."


Meanwhile, Joe enters his front door calling out, "Hello, I’m home."
"Upstairs, be down in a minute," replies his husband.

Comments

Interesting! Love the turn of events.
Thank you. I like that justice is applied in such an unseen way.

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