My darling Kicky,
Ahhhhh yes the date behind the dumpster. I do like you, Kicky. I like you alot.
Just a few things bothered me about that date, though. I didn't mind when you were crawled inside the dumpster looking for half eaten burrito's. I didn't even mind when you offered me a drink of pepsi that you dug out of there.
However - what I did mind was this:
When you asked me to reach inside your pocket cause you had something for me - well -
That sort of freaked me out. I slowly let my fingers slide across the threads of your pocket. As I dug deeper and deeper you began to squirm. I looked up into your eyes and I saw that little gleam. I smiled back. I was innocent back then, ya know.
My fingers rubbed against the top of your thigh - as I was looking for my little treat. I felt something hard. I felt you push your body forward into my hand - as though you were encouraging me to keep going.
So I kept going.
As soon as I reached the bottom of your pocket - I felt something moving. It was very VERY hard.
I remember your words as you grabbed my hair and began to twist it around your fingers - "That's it Brookie - you got it. Now take it into your hands, baby."
I innocently looked up at you and smiled again. Then I heard it. This soft thud. Like something fell out of your pocket.
I looked down. And there it was. And forever to this day - I have not been the same.
I screamed as I jumped back - and fell into the dumpster. A buritto on my head and some lettuce from a taco salad hanging off my ear.
As I watched this "thing" scurry down the dark alley.
And I never got my prize.
*sniff sniff*