Girl, I did not keep those golden
tresses of yours deep conditioned
for all these years so you could
let some strange dude climb them.
Show some self respect. Did I not
also teach you how to swordfight,
how to ride? (Okay, it was a saddle
on a vanity bench, but I swear, the
principles are all there.) Did I not
loan you a pair of scissors, and
show you how to tie the very end
of your locks to the window sash
and climb down yourself? One
small snip, and you coulda been
free on your own. But no. First
guy to flex a pec in your general
direction, and you lose all decorum.
…………….Wait’ll I tell Lady Godiva.
NaPoWriMo, day 21.