With the knee socks upon her legs,

The pretty royal blue bow upon her head,

She smiled to the boy in the corner and said

'Fret not my friend, for better days are to come',



Muffled whimpers and groans were the response.

A frown now upon her lips, a gun strapped to her hips,

She looked at the boy who she used for jouissance.

A cold glare left her icy blue eyes only causing his

to widen, now fearful he was a nuisance.