She snuck up on me in la notte {the night}. Her moves were mysterious I would say. She lived the lives of 3 women, 2 cows & one chinchilla. One might enjoy her company immensely if not for all the lip-smacking goodness of her Godliness, cleanliness & super-scrubbed ermine texture. I enjoyed watching her slink about in her thinly-tethered shift. She had the muscles & the acuity, or perceptive talents to truck without driving, to drive without exhausting & to carry without stumbling. I could love her wrinkled neck, her straight-forward rhythm &  jaggy fangs eventually.