Sport of Love
By Shawn Wunjo
He was a zen master, a yogini of the highest caliber, cream of the crop, master of math, single, twenty-something homeowner with looks and no kids trailing in his wake.
In short, a good man, through and through.
She was a quik-mart clerk, a dropout, bottom of the class ten thousand dollars in debt, skin peppered with the dark marks of time in the pen.
In short, a bad girl, through and through.
He cared.
She didn’t.
But when she saw him, suddenly, she did.
She wore her best fishnets on their first date, pink with only a few ragged rips in them. Streetwalker makeup, gothic eyeliner, the works; but then, he was a catch, and she knew it.
Better to hook him early, wrap her legs around him while he lingered in the shallows of confidence and hold him tight as he surrendered himself unto her than to stroke his ego and let him swim away for deeper, richer waters.
Such is chance, such is opportunity. Such is the sport of love.
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Shawn Wunjo is the author of a number of banned books.
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