Nov 29 2008
Night Stalker Rissa-New York
Exiting the airport in New York, Rissa hurried into the night. Shaking and sweating, she went in search of food. It wasn’t long before she came upon the perfect subject.
The man was jimmying the car door. Looking over his shoulder, he noticed Rissa watching. Dropping the screwdriver, he smirked and asked, “What you doing out here all alone, pretty lady?”
“Looking for you,” Rissa replied seductively.
Stepping away from the car, stringy hair swinging in the breeze, the man swaggered over. Rissa cringed at the stench preceding him. Why can’t any of these assholes take baths, she thought with disgust.
“You new around here?” the man inquired. “I know I would remember you.”
“I just flew in. Thought I’d check out the neighborhood. See what was on the menu.”
“Huh?” he said, scrunching up his face trying to figure out what she was talking about. “There ain’t no restaurants open this late.”
“Oh, I believe I’ll be full in a little bit. Looks meaty enough, even if it smells a little rotten,” Rissa said before pouncing.
