feeling confident that the cow lackey was learning a life lesson
she drops to her kneews and tries to turn away
awwww,, what's the matter rodeo gal...
i move ,slowly, con fidently a step closer
going to do the humane thing, and put you out of your misery i taunt
catching two handfuls of that mop you call hair
setting you up for a bat knee to the jaw
when you were just playing possum
pain shoots up through my body
gaaaaa.... i gap out
i have to let go and take a couple steps back yt
Yahtzee!
The uppercut lands flush, nestling my knuckles deep in your now somewhat wilted flower, and short circuiting any attempt at continued foolishness. I’m still a mite groggy from the ear clap, but the sight of you wobbling in retrograde, and the pleasing sound of your misery at having your well used kitty busted, both serve to revive me significantly.
“Fuck me! I’ll bet I could lose a hand in there if I wasn’t careful!’’ Muttering in disgust as I push myself heavily off my knees. ‘’Might need to experiment further, once you’re nice and pacified.’’
But for the nonce, it’s action that’s required, not idle speculation. So I press the attack forward, following your awkward retreat and again burying my hands deep in your jet black tresses. “We’re just gettin’ started, darlin’! I’ll tell you when it’s time for bed!’’
Jerking you back towards me, I twist my hips and aim another strike at your tummy, my right knee rising hard and fast, looking to pound your navel through the small of your back.