The Twink and the Pussy-Cat

God's gonna cut you down

It was like any other day in Rochester. The weather mild, the crime low, the smell of lake water and regret filled the air. Our friend Steven sat at the same seat in his local diner as he had for the last decade sipping his piping hot cup of joe. He glared out the window like a mad meerkat watching the locals go about their day like the "normies" Steven has grown accustomed to watching.

Steven heard the little chiming of the alert bell as someone entered. He snapped his head over to see something to behold. This insatiable figure with soft curls, feminine physique, and slim figure sat down at the counter and ordered. "One piping hot cup o' Joe" Steve thought. "The Lord blessed me today with such a beautiful specimen.

Steve got up and sat beside this prize of a trophy and struck up small conversation. "Hey, I noticed you're new around here, what's your story?" The gal giggled a small and innocent laugh. "Oh you know, just around looking for something." Her voice was a heavenly mix of a deep and luscious smooth tone that struck Steve's heart like a harpsichord.

After a few hours chatting about cats, the locals, and oddly political discussions and agreements about a dictator of times long gone, they both got up as Steve paid their tabs. They carried their discussion out into a long moonlit walk near the lake front.

"Steve, this has been such a wonderful time for me, I wish it would never end." Maria pleasantly laid forth. "I'm surprised honestly to have met such a lovely person like you Maria." Steve smiled softly.

"I'm gonna be in town for a few more days. Would you care to meet me here tomorrow evening?" Maria nervously asked.

"Of course, I would love nothing better."

They both shared a passionate kiss to seal their promise across the glow of the late night celeste.