Ass Worship
It’s late. I’m walking home, holding a Coke I purchased from the local bodega.
That hissing sound—a noise I’ve heard before. Ssssssss. Must be a Latin thing.
I glance across the street. A young girl sits on her stoop smoking a cigarette. I cannot tell whether she’s hot. She waves at me and I stop. Then she speaks. “Can I have some of your soda?”
I don’t quite parse what she just said. “Scuse me?”
More insistent now. “Your soda. Can I have some?”
“Um… I only have enough for me.”
“So why did you stop?”
“Because you were talking to me. Like I said, I don’t have any extra soda.” I’m seriously confused by this exchange.
“Then how about giving me some of your sexy butt?”
“Um…” I consider saying something witty and smacking my rump but think better of it. I smile and continue walking, wondering how she’ll up the ante. The girl doesn’t say anything else.
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