Monday, August 17, 2009

Standing on the corner. . .???

Friday's prompt was: Standing on the corner. . .

Who stood on the corner? What happened on the corner? Did you come up with anything?

Here is my attempt:

Standing on the corner in freezing cold weather dressed in women’s clothes was not his idea of fun. The first snow was just days or weeks away, and he stood on some street corner wearing fishnet stockings and a short leather that frigid air wafted up and nipped at his balls. The barely-there silk panties offered no warmth so his gonads crawled so far up inside him that Garrett was not certain he would ever see them again.

He strolled, if that was what you called wobbling on three-inch heels to the end of the street, pivoted and sashayed back swinging his hips as he thought women did.

Again, he wondered how women did it. The bra was killing him! He tried to adjust it the way he would his balls when in a less than comfortable position, but there did not seem to be a comfortable position.
His teeth chattered as he spoke low into the broach pinned to the top of the fuzzy pink sweater he wore. “Any movement?”

“Potential target headed your way, rounding the corner at six o’clock,” a voice said into the receiver tucked into his ear.

Potential target or not, any man who left a warm house to pay for sex or beat up a woman, was a complete fool in his book and deserved what he got. The longer Garrett paced the street the more pissed off he became. “If this guy ever does show up, I will personally string him up by his balls. I’m freezing my nuts off and feel ridiculous,” he mumbled.

“You look great, especially the thick thighs and wide shoulders.”

“Very curvy.”

“Cut the chatter,” Garrett grumbled. “And Jack, you just wait. Payback is a bitch.”

A muffled chuckle vibrated in his earpiece. Bastard.

9 comments:

Michelle Magill August 17, 2009 at 8:06 AM  

ROFL - that's great - hope he finds his gonads.

Denise August 17, 2009 at 8:14 AM  

HA! Me too.
Thanks. That was rather fun to write. :-)

Terisa Wilcox August 17, 2009 at 8:42 AM  

LOL, that was great, Denise. Don't you love it when your mind takes flight? :D
Terisa Wilcox

Denise August 17, 2009 at 8:45 AM  

Terisa,

Thanks.

I love when my mind takes a prompt and runs with it. It just takes over and all kinds of freaky, funny stuff comes out. You never know what you will get.

I can see why writers are all a tad off! :-)

GinaL August 17, 2009 at 9:08 AM  

Denise -- the gonads line is a classic.

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Denise August 17, 2009 at 9:17 AM  

Gina,

[Bow] Thank you very much. I aim to be classic or is that classy?

Loretta August 17, 2009 at 2:48 PM  

Ah well, I guess I'll be redundant! LOL...love the gonads!...hmmmm maybe he'll suffer what women do after having a baby, the navel totally disappears!:)
Hopefully you'll share with us when he locates the jewel's again:)

Denise August 17, 2009 at 3:39 PM  

LOL!

I will share once he finds his jewels. :-)

Christie Craig August 18, 2009 at 7:07 AM  

Very funny.

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