He told her she couldn’t but then she did and now she’s the queen of the castle and he’s the dirty rascal. Down, down, down the old kingdom has begun to fall. The plot twist has sparked and it’s not over yet, the hunter is becoming the huntress and her teeth are far prettier and far sharper and she rules with an iron manicured fist. And I can’t say I have an opinion because I’m just a wallflower watching as history unfolds right before our eyes. I’m just here to write it as I see it and that’s what I’m going to do. It appears to me the future is feminine and I just hope as she is taking over the world she still has time to get drunk with me on good wine and kiss me from time to time. But, taking over the world is a full-time job and queens have better things to do than build empires in the sheets with rascals like me.
By Cole Schafer.
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