Paddy, or so the americans called him, curled his lip in a
crooked grin as Vagina stood back from him. Returning her
startled, yet daring, look with one of rakish abandon. He
strode to the door without speaking. Opening it, he stood
back with a slight bow to allow Vagina to pass. He walked
out behind her, his eyes roving over her, enjoying the view.
And they walked, her arm in his, off into Their Night.
He had no thought that this pairing of a common tradesman
and an elite lady would last. But what memories he planned
for them. And from the slight, near-wicked, smile that
touched Vagina's lips, he had the notion she had plans for
them as well.
And stranger things have happened, he thought. This is,
afterall, America.
america. |
