[Emily]: 252.Statuesque Love

It was raining so hard that the only way to make out shapes was by the silver lining. The street looked like an Amazonian river with the way it was drowning. I felt badly for the sewers, having to swallow every ounce like a hooker with desperation.

I was on my way to a party, six-pack, condom, and hard-on ready. A little rain wasn't going to stop me from finding the woman of my dreams or just the woman to tangle my sheets until then.

I parked beneath the cover of a big red truck, covering my face with my sleeve I ran quickly to the cement-covered porch, but my pants still got soaked through. As I reached the door to touch the doorbell I smelled the sweet smell of nicotine and my mouth watered for a cigarette.

It was dark on the porch save for the rain reflecting the lights in the street which was letting up, freshly dripping from the corners of the house as if it were drooling. Soon I could understand why: my eyes found her lean ankles clad in knee-high leather boots, up her legs and to her short leather skirt hiked up around her thighs, showing off a black garter belt that was only there for show, her red shirt hugging the curve of her small breasts, the leather jacket matching the rest of the ensemble. She was like a super hot heroine from a comic book. She blended into the house with her hair locked in a tangled mess of hair pins and clips.

The flare of the lighter lit her clean face up. She was looking at me with narrowed eyes, a cigarette nestling in the gentle niche of her lower lip, soon brightened and shedding a glow on her ringed fingers and a flattering shadow across her throat.

I let my finger off the doorbell, moving to her side, one elbow resting against the side of the house. I blocked her from the street light. The glow of her cigarette butt moved from her mouth to her hand, the scent strong and overwhelming.

"Oh dear Lord," she said, away from me. "Will you let me into heaven for an afternoon?"