White King
I watched the door closed. He
did leave with a hurry; must be time to go back to his own bed and lover.
It was a routine visit to the
Bank, and then in the queue, I had chat with a man there. He was a gentleman
and from a cup of coffee, I ended up without my thongs. I pulled myself up, and
reached for my clothes. That was my best suit and not keen to lose it.
Funny, how we can end up
fucking, but we never exchange names. It was all a fuck.
But the more funny part, I
dislike paternity suits with unknown donor.
I took his DNA sample. I knew
I had enough in me but I was a bitch when it comes to donating whatever was inside
me, so I took his blood sample from the bite on the neck. I swapped it with the
hanky for such purpose. I took the cab down to the Precinct.
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