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Wednesday, December 16, 2015

Busted: A Tale of Zhor in Rhyme: Part 7

Dec. 16, 2015
Updated Apr. 23, 2016

Till daybreak Lu slept like the dead;
She awoke by herself in the bed.

She'd been deftly boned,
Then the playboy had flown.
She damned herself for an airhead.

Gaff showered herself with teeth set,
Standing there, cursing, all wet.
A tumble they'd shared,
Only Joe hadn't cared.
'Twas a lesson Lu would not forget.

By cab she went home to her place;
In the hall Skipper saw her red face.
Things hadn't gone well;
The stripper could tell

That Lu hadn't stopped at third base.

Lulu, in no mind to pause,
Grumbled while grinding her jaws.
She'd been used and dumped;
Her self-respect slumped.
Her ideas for fun had their flaws.

 She hurriedly dressed then for work,
Purging her mind of the jerk.
A horror now assailed her,
Her heart almost failed her.
Her head spun and both her hands shook.

Lulu let out a long groan;
Who knew how much trouble Joe'd sown?
She was totally shocked
At the thought she'd been knocked.

'Twas too much to face all alone.

Lu's temper for days was hair-trigger,
Afraid that her waist would grow bigger.
She just couldn't rest
So she bought a home test,
To see if she'd keep her svelte figure.

The kit seemed to show she was good,
And Lu felt relieved, as she should.
She vowed she'd abhor
Testing fate anymore,
And stay clear of lusty manhood.

But doing so came at a price;

Some pretty sharp males worked in Vice.
All this macho eye-candy
Lit her flame, made her randy;

Her blood burned her veins like hot spice.

To be continued....

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