It was almost a lightning bolt as they walked past her, one on either side, causing the lightning to splatter against her skin just above her hips. She washed that down with a glass of orange juice and several glasses of water. “So, my naked little cowgirl,” Annabelle asked, “did you drive all the way naked?”
“Yes,” Nicole replied, “and my car wasn’t parked right next to the back doors of the apartment. On her head was a big black cowboy hat with her hair sticking out the back in a ponytail. The angels stepped forward from the roaring flames. They both had their heads tilted back so their deep, evil laugh could boom out unobstructed. Something was also pressing against her lips. Both sleeves were slit up the back and had Velcro straps similar to the chaps. “If you use the safe word ‘cityslicker’ or ‘cowgirl’ that will mean that you want things to end…
