Taking Shelter

     One day I was driving down a pretty street in New Orleans.
     There I was, la-dee-da, music up, top down, GPS activated, meandering.
     Slowing down, down…stop.
     Why hello there gorgeous.
     Aren’t you pretty.
     What’s that you say?
     You need a mistress?
     Well let’s have a look.
     I’ll make a deal with you sweetheart. You take care of me and I’ll take care of you. Sound fair?
     Fine. I’ll be right back with the deed and then we’ll both take shelter… 

in this pleasant house.

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