Quiet Kill
Sassy then said, “So, you see I was once a bad boy roguish macho back then. No boy next door type. Not even a Harlequin or clown or professional fool.”
The two got quite a jolt outta what Sassy claimed to have happen.
Sherlock confided in him, “On these bad nights, I step out of bed and look in the mirror at the bloat in my face.”
“You’re not alone partner,” said Sassy.
Sherlock said, “I tell you what.”
“What?”
“I need one last jolt of whisky; a jolt of fresh air.”
The setting turned out to be the perfect complement to Sassy, good enough for a fashion magazine aesthetic.
They then exchanged numbers to contact each other and Sherlock left.
Sherlock held back the fact that upon their first meeting each other, he had took him
Sassy then said, “So, you see I was once a bad boy roguish macho back then. No boy next door type. Not even a Harlequin or clown or professional fool.”
The two got quite a jolt outta what Sassy claimed to have happen.
Sherlock confided in him, “On these bad nights, I step out of bed and look in the mirror at the bloat in my face.”
“You’re not alone partner,” said Sassy.
Sherlock said, “I tell you what.”
“What?”
“I need one last jolt of whisky; a jolt of fresh air.”
The setting turned out to be the perfect complement to Sassy, good enough for a fashion magazine aesthetic.
They then exchanged numbers to contact each other and Sherlock left.
Sherlock held back the fact that upon their first meeting each other, he had took him