Wednesday, 16 March 2011

Quitter or winner.

They were both alone having a drink at the remote corners of open-air beach pub.A wild card samba dance contest happened, and as destiny would have it,their seats were picked and their eyes met.He was at his wittiest best, she was at her sultry best.They danced under the moonlight for hours and a lot of wine and shag tobacco happened in the meanwhile. They kissed, stroked each other for hours and went back to her place.

She woke up in the morning and wiped a particular photo frame with the silk she was wearing last night.

Him: Who is he?
Her:My husband.
Him:(Dressing up about to leave)Where is he?
Her:He's been in a vegetable state for a while now, but once he had more wits than you do now.I need to to go see him.The visiting hours begin at 7:00AM(almost about to leave).
Him:Then why did you sleep with me?
Her:Because I love him.