I mostly write to explore themes and they can get old quickly. She watched him introduce himself while approaching, a long forked tongue slid out between every words. This was the furthest she’s been from home, this was probably the most she’s ever disappointed her parents, and in her hurry to escape the fire, she forgot to put decent clothes on. He slithered up to her and began pushing her against the wall; his hypnotic eyes hid his evil intentions. She studied the man as he wiped himself off and got up;
The first thing she noticed was he reeked of alcohol, the stench came from the opened bottle in his leather jacket pocket as well as every breath he took. The shaft was thin, thus not too hard to hide; she tucked it down her pant leg where it stayed out of site unless aroused. The shaft was thin, thus not too hard to hide; she tucked it down her pant leg where it stayed out of site unless aroused.
