Cristal Fantasy
He opened the door to her persistent knocking. She was very young, with an over painted face and jeans that rode so low on her hips that a small tuft of untrimmed pubic hair peeked over the waistband. She reeked of presumptuousness and of pheromone tainted perfume. "Wanna buy a magazine, Mister?" The old man scowled at the bubbly creature incredulously. He had no interest whatsoever in purchasing another persons opinion of the lonely world he had grown to despise since he lost his wife...