Candy Apple Red Stillettos: An Ode To Dinz

[beckstra]

The fishnets were cruel to me, their seams weaving in and out through the crowd. I was feeling pretty sexy anyway. I could hear the clock of those stillettos come through the techno beats and tinkling of glasses. The wearhouse was packed to the gills and there I was, lying with my stomach to the ground.

I wanted to see those fishnets in a heap on my floor. I was going to see those stillettos kicked around in my apartment. I started crawling toward those sinewy legs. They killed me.