All she had lacking was a plausible plan.
A plan so evil and sweet, it will hurt, but will explain how shattered and wounded she was.
He would visit her, and when he did, she would make him yearn for her like a hungry dog.
She decided on a red, strapless dress, brown curls around her face and make-up to finish up.
But then what would she do?
Kiss him?
But wouldn't that satisfy him?
She should hurt him more than that.
You might call her a slut for her actions and choices, but why not call him a goldin-esque ass?
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