He met her at the Silver Queen. She asked if he would like to go upstairs to her hotel room and get lucky.
Once in her room, she said, “Make yourself comfortable, I am getting my baby dolls.”
He quickly undressed, leaving on only his boxers, before he climbed atop the four-poster bed.
She had appeared from the bathroom, shutting off the overhead light with a click. Now, only the glow from C Street provided light for the room.
He leaned back smiling, waiting, when suddenly he was overwhelmed by dozens of baby dolls, scratching and tearing at his skin.
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