They’ve been champing with sexed-up aggression. Xxnx So let me explain what will happen
When you’re served on a plate to this crew. After four long nights of more touching
His ‘influence’ is starting to fade
But as Friday sun hangs low in the sky
Decisions now have to be made
Just then her phone pings a message
Unnerving, it almost rings true
It’s from a friend who had dared her
“Are you dreading tonight’s rendezvous? “Abduction” it maybe not what you want
But you have to accept what is served
And if you harbor dark fancies
My words are what you deserve . . … “Where then?” he scoffs “Let’s go and begin.”
“That’s not what I meant and you know it”
Annoyed that he’d twisted her words
“Too late, I’m taking you with me,” he says,
“To meet some horny jail-birds”.
