The questionnaire was long and boring.
"Have you ever driven more than
300 miles for sex?"
Three hundred
miles? John mused to himself. How about three thousand? He'd done that at least a dozen times.
"This test was written by pussies." he murmured.
He finished, at last and turned in his form and #2
pencil to the redhead in the tight black leather skirt. "Thank you." she said, icily, as she slipped the form into the scoring machine, which began whirring softly. It spat out the form and she snatched it up and perused it with steadily increasing wonderment.
"Perfect score... this isn't possible... this... you... " she met John's arrogant stare. His faint
smile. Was he for
real?
"My god." she said at last.
"What is it like living under a pricktatorship?"
John smiled and tilted his head and sighed.
"Why don't you come home with me and find out for yourself?"
He observed once again, the splendor of the color nature program playing out on her
skin. Her cheeks flushed in a riot of bright red, wildfire spreading out across her alabaster orbs as her
heart began jackhammering and her eyes dilated.
"OK," she heard herself say.
It was time she did some
real research.