Up a Creek in Lower Slower Delaware

Around 11 this morning, I heard her scratching on the door to the garage.  I knew it was her by the scratch.  It was warm last night so she didn’t bother to come home.  I called her a slut.  She told me to shut up and get her something to eat.  I mentioned that she also missed supper.  She said it didn’t matter.  She had something that was warm and juicy and a little runny–just the way she liked it. 

Now, she had to catch up on sleep.  And turn out the damned light.  Please.

Tags: out all night, slut, warm and juicy and a little runny

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