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Creative Writing: One Flew Over The Cuckoo's Nest

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Duke had had a few women back in the East; a couple of them serious girlfriends, but mostly just flings, or a floozy who could provide him with somewhere to live. The thief was a man who hated commitment, whether it was to a woman, or a lease on his own apartment, and if he could take advantage of someone else's hospitality, he would. It wasn't as if any of the women actually cared much about his infidelities; with the exception of Amy, his second before last, who was still probably hunting for him with a kitchen knife in hand. Cheating and lying was a way of life back home, and the girls were nothing but a little fun who'd used him for his contacts, and took advantage of his generosity, as much as he did they for their bodies and appearance. And that's pretty much all they possessed; good looks. Each had been …show more content…

"I can't say I disagree about the lyrics; maybe we'll get to write our own song?" Duke's foot met her heel, and he slid her foot up higher as he took in the graceful column of her exposed neck, then leaned across the table so that his face was within inches of hers, and lowered his voice to a whisper. "I'm certain that sugar is an extremely valuable commodity, and you wouldn't want to just go giving it away. It should be saved for someone who knows all the right words and gestures, and can play you like a musical instrument. I can only image the tune you'd make." Duane maintained eye contact for a few moments, then fell back in his seat with a smile. "Not like me, I'm afraid, I'm only a city boy, and all I can promise is a ride. Possibly the ride of your life, but just a ride all the same. So, tell me, Ms Karmen, when would you be ready to leave?" A brow arched, and Duke appraised the room, his gaze stopping at a lone drunk at one of the tables; bulging billfold placed adjacent to a half empty-glass; then brought his attention back to

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