>>22135307>>22135309Didn't see the first hag for about a half-hour. Single mom, late 30s. You know how you know that in the club, Chief? You can tell by how much leopard print they got on. What we didn't know, was that our society is so shit, the young attractive women are all home on TikTok. They don't even come to that club. Very late, last call Chief, the hags come cruisin' by, so we formed ourselves into tight groups. It was sorta like you see at an outside smoking area in the winter, you know the tight clusters with everyone's shoulders hunched up, and the idea was the hag come to the nearest man, that man pretends he doesn't hear her, and his mates would talk to him, and sometimes that hag she go away...but sometimes she wouldn't go away.
Sometimes that hag looks right at ya. Right into your eyes. And the thing about a single mom is she's got lifeless eyes. Black eyes. Like a doll's eyes. When she comes at ya, she seems to be so friendly and upbeat...'til she gets you alone, and those black eyes widen until you see the whites and then...ah then you hear that terrible high-pitched cryin'. The bathroom stall echoes with it, and despite all her tugging and licking...you go limp.
You know by the end of that first year, lost a hundred men to cuckoldry. I don't know how many single moms there were, maybe a thousand. I do know how many men, they averaged six a month. After my 30th birthday, Chief, I bumped into a friend of mine, Herb Wojak from Philadelphia. League of Legends player. IT support. I thought he was happy. I reached over to shake his hand. His head bobbed up, down like he was asleep, he was like a zombie. Dead inside. Well, he had a half-black stepson clinging to his leg.
Anyway, we had sex.
