The alley way was dark but for ambient light of the city and a naked bulb that flickered over the door she just pushed out of- he following. A lone cat scampered over some crates and streaked down the alley; the air was permeated with the order of stale beer, urine and garbage. Through the funnel of buildings, traffic, trucks gasping and sighing could be heard; the incessant honking, blaring of taxis, the squeal of brakes.
She faced him and pushed him up against the building, made to kiss him but passed her face next to his feeling his stubbled plump face. He turned to kiss her; she felt his mouth and teeth slobbering on her neck his excitement palpable and groping.
"Oh, your some kinda freak huh? Good. What do I call you? I mean what's your name anyway?"
"You can call me Delilah."
His paw like hands moving over her back and ass, she leaned back and looked him in the eye, ran a hand over the back of his bald head pushing his head down to her crotch. The grey-eyed girl stepped back a little from him and her eyes matched the grey snub nosed Beretta she pulled from her handbag.
"Wha...what the fuck? Wha..what d-do...do you want?" staring down the bore hole; black, flat and empty of any solace.
The girl with the gun-metal grey eyes shoved the short barreled Beretta into his mouth grinding and chipping teeth.
"Do you want to live?" the girl with the gun-metal grey eyes said. "Voir ma misère, hélas! Voir ma détresse." she quoted; a tear cold and slow rolling down her check. Her black fingernails tight on grip, but easily and light on the trigger.
Gun in mouth; Samson jerked his head in shaky yeses.
"Good....THEN STOP WRITING BAD POETRY!!!"
There was motion from a fire-escape overhead a figure leaned back into an apartment.
She left Samson weeping and trembling in a heap and out of the alley and into the New York night.
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