Monday, October 12, 2009

Fiddle The Violin

"What is this, a joke?" he asked, in his Male persona.

"No," said the Female persona. "Take your violin out of the bag."

He pulled the instrument from its casing, but kept it safe from the distance of her vagaries. He brushed it, now and again, and one of the times, he even made it a corporation, allowing the entity ability to get its shoes shined at a 34th Street Subway Station, by a real-life-legit shoe-shiner.

"Play the violin," she instructed -- a sort of command. He shook his head, saying "No."

"Come on," she said, and now she started strip-teasing him. "Witness the sexiness," she said, parting various articles of clothing from her Body. He held out for as long as he could, but obviously, he was unable to hold out for too long, and so he took his violin, and began playing it as she got naked in front of him.

When he finished his song, she was sitting there like an elongated painting, and she asked if he knew any newer or better songs.

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