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Cherry Bomb
She held him in check with an intense grip on his bicep while she addressed the scantily clad woman on the couch.
"You fuck him you keep him, them's the rules kitty-cat."
Her crimson nails dug half-moons into the man's flesh, "and you buddy-boy, here's the deal, you fuck her and you do not go home again - she is your future, got it."
With that caution she realeased his arm and strode out the front door. She stopped on the porch and lit a kretek, inhaled deeply, then used it to light the fuse of a cherry bomb. She tossed it over her shoulder back into the house and walked away.
"Where to next?" she uttered at the air.
