Betty's got an apple for you, my friend. When her incisors pierce the stiff red flesh you will feel it crunch and hear the call, all the way 'cross town. And you will drop what you're doing my man, coffee briefcase coat and all because you feel it burning. Sleepwalking to her sanctuary you think of what she's doing while she's waiting for you. Betty's silver voice is all you hear now, saying "Nothing finer, nothing sweeter than some secret apple." There will be nothing left of either of you when it's done, the sin was just that good...
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