One in a Million

He hands me his package, I say "I don't want it."

He says, "Yes you do, you just don't know yet."

The needle pricks my finger, and I make a grimace.

He looks at my face and asks "Did you cum yet?"

I look at him like, "Really?" It's kinda sad, kinda silly.

He says, "You'll never forget me baby, I'm one in a milly!"

And then he cries.

I roll my eyes, pat him on the back and say, "There, there, little guy."

He says, "You don't get it, you'll never understand, how hard these feelings I feel as a man."

I say, "But I can fix it, here let me see. Isn't that why you came to a woman like me?

A woman with no face, a woman carefree. Only here for you to air out your dirty laundry?"

Eyes wide, his sniffs. "I'll give this my full attention."

A smile creeps across my lips, "I just need your permission."

He nods.

With a snap of my fingers his needle comes off. I throw it over my shoulder and it lands in a box.

"Now it's one in a million, I can't tell them apart. But you'll never have to lean on another woman's heart.

She'll never have to bear your emotional load. You don't understand the toll it takes on her soul.

So go wonder the world in emotionless bliss. This is what you wanted, this is what you get."