pretty baby // h.s

00 | prologue.

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the air was hot and humid, even inside the car. I took out the small piece of cloth from my inner coat pocket, lightly dabbing away at the sweat beads that had formed on my neck. folding it back up, I return the cloth back to the pocket in which I grabbed it from.

looking out the window I grow impatient, eager to get back home after being away for so long.

"what's taking so long, franklin?" I say to my driver.

"we're going down a narrow one way road, sir," he responded, "there seems to be a hold up."

"well, next time don't take this way. I can't stand being in this bloody car in this heat," I spat.

"yes sir."

I close the tinted glass window separating us. I took out my cigarette case and took one out. placing it between my lips, I grabbed my lighter and lit it up before taking a drag.

as i looked out at the sides of the window where the shades were not covering the glass, i watched the people on the sidewalk, with one person catching my attention. a beautiful young girl walking the opposite direction I was heading, in her hand a small luggage-like bag.

she had on a boater hat with a black band wrapping around it, a white organdy dress stopping just a bit before the knee, hugging her body in all the right places, and black slip on shoes. her brown hair was short and straight, stopping at shoulder length. she wore it diffrently than the other girls at this time, and I thought it suited her so well.

though she never looked my way, I couldn't take my eyes off of her.

my gaze began to travel along her body as she continued to walk away, from her angelic face to her fair-skinned arms, and all the curves in between. I turned in my seat to continue watching her, but she was suddenly lost in the crowd of people.

I wondered, would i ever see her again? I wanted to speak to her, get to know her, to look at her. but most importantly, I wanted to feel her.

to touch her.

i yearned to feel the sensation of her skin under my finger tips, her lips pressed against my own in a passionate kiss. i wanted to hear her voice call out my name, to feel her warm body underneath me as I fuc–

I quickly stopped my train of thought. never before had there been a woman to make me feel this way, especially not a girl.

it felt so dirty.. yet so good. I didn't want stop thinking about her. I couldn't. I wouldn't.

I opened the glass door once more, "franklin."

"yes, sir?"

"I want you to come back down this road again next week, when it's not busy."

"very well, sir," he nodded without question.

I took another drag of my cigarette, closing the barrier once more. I held the cigarette between my lips as I played with one of the rings on my finger, twisting it around whislt thinking of the little beauty on my mind, my pants getting tighter the longer I thought of her.