She walked past the group of boys with all the confidence in the world. She had a cherry lollipop in her mouth and dark denim shorts barely covering everything up.
"Eh! Lolipop!" One of them shouted. She laughed and turned around to see a tall handsome greaser staring her way.
"Yes, butterfly?" She said noticing the beautiful black-handled switch.
"Wanna go on a date?"
"Love too. Meet me here at seven pm tomorrow and we'll have a good time."
"Whatever you say sucker."
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