the lie thread

[Sundae]

I met plthijinx on a steamy August afternoon. I couldn't even tell you what the humidity level was, but his shirt was sticking to him in a very becoming manner, and even from across the lawn I guessed the sweat was running down his bak into his buttcrack and pooling in his pants.

I know he was trying to look manly, posing by the barbecue, sipping continental lager and sword swallowing sausages, but there was something about the way he was wearing those Hello Kitty sandals that spoke of an interesting duality in his nature.

I sashayed across, vodka and diet coke in a long glass sweating cool into my hand, and eyed him up and down from close range. I was freshly washed and powdered in my cream linen dress and straw hat, barefoot on the fast dying lawn. "I'm Cherry" I murmered seductively, "and you look hot."

What happened next came like a thunderclap. Well, it was a thunderclap. The two of us were soaked to the skin by the sudden onslaught of hot summer rain, warm as blood on my shoulders and on my emotions.

I can't remember too much more. Suffice to say that as they pulled me out of the oxygen tent, I asked for the latest party.