Resourceful Grocery Store.
Resourceful hidden space.24 hours hidden place. Your house is like a grocery store.
Full of everything people work for,but can't always afford.
Always packed 2 the brim is your store And when you run out of what these people
crave for,it's never for 2 long.And once gained,trade just carries on.
On this particular night,a young man entered your store,dressed in a nurse's outfit.
Full-on-make-up,high heels complimented his ensemble.
You looked away,trying not 2 laugh.
Bemused,you asked him if he'd seen anything he liked,and BTW,if he was alright.
But,instead of replying,he just grinned. A kinda awkward,sinister grin
Yes- a sinister grin.
Are you alright,you asked again. She-man continued 2 grin.
You really hoped he wasn't a dangerous kind,as you heard
the death of grocery store workers was very high.
Worried that he may be scaring you. He quickly rummaged in his bag.
"Chanel" or maybe "Toni." you thought,
Whichever, both names you liked.
Seeing this you slowly,very slowly,backed up against the wall. All the
Other girls were outta sight. Busy with other customers you supposed.
Hand outta bag. He was holding a badge. Showing it 2 you,
It red; my name is Patrick and I'm partially deaf.
Please face me when you're talking 2 me,
As your lips can be red.
Omg! I'm such a idiot.
A really stupid idiot.
I should have known he was deaf.
I should have known he was deaf.
Instantly you relaxed.
Giving him a smile.
Your
bestest,bestest,
bestest,bested
,bestest,bestest smile.
After he had Cum. He handed you the gold.
The gold 2 be spent on your rent.
Very much overdue.
A strange one,you told the other girls.
A partially deaf,gender bender.
But who cares. At least I rocked his world!
©2/10/2021. Wired6.
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