She the marched down the lane as I strut up towards the chamber of secrets. Crossing paths, we exchanged expressions and feelings; while she must have felt neutral, the fiery flames burned within my heart, reaching an almost feverish pitch....
From time to time i still wondered how could someone have such sudden change in attitude? Perhaps a slut ghost possessed her body? Or maybe a prostitute virus infected her brain?
She looked so innocent and dressed so decently, yet who knew she had a vicious desire of devouring every man in the batch? A bitch? A slut? A prostitute or miss desperado? You name it! I do not understand the sudden transition in her character for she shown none externally but in within.... She's a fierce fox. Not a month ago she expressed her feeling towards a man, only to be rejected by him, today, another victim fell onto her hands. It was almost vivid that she told me she had no intentions on relationship after the reject, but there she is today, bitching around with her hands exploring men's thigh (and probably higher up) in a public library?! I feel almost utterly disappointed with her and myself. For which I overlooked the very most basic principle of society; never judge a book by its cover.
My victimised friend was almost indulging himself in her soft toxical touch which I must say... She have got good skills, perhaps the frequent practice?
She was once a friend I shared secrets with, only to be separated by the utter repugnant stench of her douche and vaginal juice that ooze out of every orifices on her body, and the stinking smell of her female hormone squeezed out of her rotten ovaries that initiated her female "instinct"...
I hated her not because of jealousy, but of her uttermost bitchiness... A slut.
