Penthesilea

The women he loved were like voluptuous words. Aroused his senses. But she was ambrosia. Penthesilea. Whipping her blossom skin, chaining her to the bed, exposed, open for him. Agree to everything because didn't love him. She was poison. Such a delicious nymph!
The things he did, the things she did. The fight. The pain. The blood. Full ash-trays and empty glasses. He wouldn't stay but maybe he should have kidnapped her. Just maybe.
When the blood goes down and not up.
"So, what has she been doing? Tiger racing?"
"Nothing so exotic, mate, she's growing up too."
"Bugger, Merry, would you just answer the question?"
"She's the owner of The Miaowing Kittens, right down the street."
"She is what?"
"The Big Bitch."
"The Bitch of bitches, you know" added Pem. The adventurer could have killed him.
Bloody hell, where was the world going ?
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