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Tenka Schperdorf plied her wares down by the harbor of nights. The work was hard but in a good month she could make a half Kroner. It wasn't the kind of money that'd keep a lady in furs, but it was all she had.

One evening, Sven Streiben the Eldest saw her on his way home from the shipyard.

“Evenin’ M…m…m..miss Schperdorf,” he’d say nervously, seeing as it wasn’t proper talking to her sort.

“Evenin’ Sven,” she’d say with a coquettish wink of her greasy eyes. Would you like a roll in the mud?”

Though Sven the Eldest always said, “no,” and hurried on, this time he hesitated.

“C…c…can I kill you afterwards?” he asked at last, driving his big red hands into his front pockets and casting his dark eyes toward the mired street.

Tenka thought for a moment. She’d had a good life and was getting no younger, so she smiled at Sven and said, “okay, but that’ll cost extra.”

Date Written: August 27, 2003
Author: Ewan Snow
Average Vote: 4

08/29/2003 Ewan Snow: I dunno, seems a little jokey to me...
12/10/2004 TheBuyer (4): politeness counts, especially for people who stutter.