Finally, he just gave up on the chase to double over to grab both her knees from tripping over unto the street way, gasping for air "She had to put me in high heels that my aching feet that are barking away! Especially making me wear hot pink and lavender, she knows how much I hate those colors."
He heard the cell phone ringing away inside the pocketbook with fancy shoulder length straps. He saw the number on the screen 555-845-491 "its Sharon, what she wants now! It better is too, change I back or else? Hello . . . "
"Hello MOM" Sharon cries out laughing from the phone "LOVES, your new hairdo, BYE!"
"What hairdo, what is she talking about now?" She/he took a quick look unto an image of herself from a store window of seeing it was long and straight up "god-damn-it, I look like, Marge Simpson and its . . . PINK!
Jim saw Sharon down the block, still mocking him dancing and mooning him at the same time to begin the chase one more, screaming at her, with fists flaring away "you're so dead now, Sharon McCormack, when I get my hands on you!"
Sat Jan 28 19:11:34 2012