Keith Baucum Poet Narrative

The Locklears Chapter Two

"Poor, poor, little man I'm not a prostitute. 
I just pose as one on the internet and in 
the streets.  That's how I get pigs like you"
said the woman with an evil grin.  "I know 
you didn't think a woman
as beautiful as my wife would be 
interested in someone like you."  Said a 
tall figure as he emerged out 
of the darkness behind the shackled man.  
With fear in his eyes the shackled man 
asked who they were.
"My name is Linda Locklear and this is my 
husband Rusty Locklear."  "Enough with 
the small talk Linda go 
get the work tools."  As you command 
daddy".  Walking past their victim into the 
darkness Linda grabbed the 
cold steel push cart and brought it to 
Rusty.  "Will you just look at all these toys"  
Rusty's eyes lit up like a child's at
Christmas.  "What do we have here?"  
Reaching her arm out in the motion of a 
snake
Linda became sexually aroused.  "We 
have a hammer, scalpel, acid, nail gun, 
and an ice pick"
Linda's voice was filled with excitement.
Written by Keith Edward Baucum aka The 
Green Poet aka Red Seven aka The Brown
Philosopher

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