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A Night on the Wrong Side of Town | Pictureofagirl | 3

 

A hot rush of blood filled my face. Unused to such a direct and vulgar question I squirmed and pretended not to notice. My discomfort was mingled with a sense of excitement, perhaps spurred on by the alcohol the fogged my brain. Was I getting excited?

"Whatsa matter hon'...black go yo' tongue?" he smiled devilishly looking back at his friends pleased at his clever turn of words. He looked up and down as if appraising me.

 

What is my reply?


          "I've, uh, just never been asked a question like that before"

 
 
 

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