“Shit! Quick, help me!” he shouted as he tried to retrieve the leopard geckos from the eight inches of water he was soaking them in before they started making-out.
“Hey, I’m the not idiot who’s drowning leopard geckos. You knew you put them in way too much water. You take care of it.” she shrugged, walking away.
“You two-faced bitch!” he shouted after her. She just smiled and waved at his helpless glare.
Two months later he was gone. Drowning leopard geckos was the last straw. The owners had fired him on the spot. Now she felt bad for not helping him. Not because he got fired, but because he was no longer there for her to stare at and lust over.
She didn’t have to worry though. She knew where he was now working (thanks to a fellow employee) and had a plan.
She walked into the new pet store he was working at and headed straight to where she would find him, the fish aisle. A gasp escaped her smiling lips when she saw him. She had wanted him for so long and now there he was, scooping dead fish from a feeder tank.
Her sneakers squeaked on the wet floor as she approached him, but he didn’t seem to notice. He didn’t even look in her direction, and she was getting closer by the second. She was now standing over him, and he didn’t even flinch.
“Hi!” she said in that coarse, ‘just said one word after not talking for a long time’ voice. He turned to look and found himself staring at her crotch.
“Uh… hi.” he looked at her with raised eyebrows, standing up.
“Look, if you’re here to get me fired you should just go. I don’t need to-”
She quickly kissed him, cutting him off. “I just need one.” She pulled away, leaving.
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