She was a big girl a mean girl the type of girl who enjoyed fishing just to bait the hook with worms and purposely make the worms guts drip on her hands and if she was feeling especially nasty, from the corner of her mouth although since fish-hooks are barbed and Sally did enjoy the challenge and the taste of worm she saved this for holidays but that was before she met Carl. Carl was the quiet type the shy type, the kind of guy that would take in a stray dog. Although little did Sally know Carl was picking up hitch-hiker's and forcibly making them play scrabble or at times Yahtzee knowing that Sally was a renowned cheater at board games and a horrible fisherman.
Carl wasn't much for hygiene, when he was younger I'm sure he had braces so he had a beautiful set of teeth the kind of teeth you only see in magazines and at the movies but despite Carl's good teeth he always smelled like diesel fuel and cooked cabbage.
But Sally didn't mind, months maybe even weeks before she had applied for a career driving the "big rigs", simply so she could smell diesel, diesel fuel and exhaust, and Carl.
Carl wasn't much for hygiene, when he was younger I'm sure he had braces so he had a beautiful set of teeth the kind of teeth you only see in magazines and at the movies but despite Carl's good teeth he always smelled like diesel fuel and cooked cabbage.
But Sally didn't mind, months maybe even weeks before she had applied for a career driving the "big rigs", simply so she could smell diesel, diesel fuel and exhaust, and Carl.
