The Several Fails in the Tales of Lucy Gale pt. 2

Lucy Gale was a merry ol' soul and a merry ol' soul was she. She was taken by the hand of a sickly old man, whom, with she, tried a real man to be. With a quickie outside and a rather fast drive, she was left unsatisfied by he.

His words had tempted her with fruits of knowledge and fruit of another kind. He had perverted her body with a snake and with fantasies her mind. She now had knowledge of good and evil, but knowing lust and slut are anagrams only gets you so far. She had been forced passed her bar and down on her knees, but all her plees and nos came out as please and knows. She judged him by the fruits of his labor and her sins began to show. Her innocence did little to protect her as the only response he ultimately heard was "sure." In the end, she had consented, but that was the only option he ever presented. She had said no and he said experiment. She said "I can't" and he misunderstood what she meant.

It happened. It was fast and dirty, in the gravel and dog shit. It seemed so appropriate in hindsight. Her feet and hands were scarred where they touched him and the ground. Her side was blemished where he came. It seemed so appropriate in hindsight. He sneaked off into the night, she retreated to her home. It never seemed appropriate.