Come

Whether her wink denoted a sexual come hither, or she merely had a fly in her eye, I was unsure? Either way, I ignored her. She repeated the gesture as if to test my tenacity. I checked behind to see if I was the only one there, (she might have been crazy) which I was, and then turned up my nose in disdain. She beckoned me then with a cruel, curled finger. I shook my head. She whistled. I responded the only way I knew how, with a low growl of anger. That threw her out. But when she rattled the biscuits in her pocket, I relented and slunk on over. She always got me with that one. I hated wearing that lead! 

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