Let me tell you a story about the great silver fox.
 
You may think this is an animal that runs in the woods. In the wild, and well, I don’t want to dispute that.
 
These woods are made of concrete and steel.  The huntresses have set out in search of the Silver fox.
Legend has it that the reason he has survived so long was due to his virility.
 
He’s cunning and adaptable. Says all the right words and touches all the right places.
 
The moon is full tonight, and the huntress is on a mission.
 
 Will she be able to capture this fox?
 
The huntress, unbeknownst to the fox, enters the concrete woods.
She was prepared.
 
Lips as red as the sweetest berries on a bush.
 
Eyes lined to perfection that even the queen, Cleopatra herself, would be envious.
 
Hair smooth, thick, and long. That when she walks, it’s like watching pure seduction as it sways.
The huntress had one last weapon. You can call it the smoking gun.
 
The dress she wore was so tight and the slit so high that no one, absolutely no one, could tear their eyes away from her.
 
The silver fox happened around the corner and stopped,  
 
His urge to run from danger was strong, but she did not have any of that.
 
“So you are the great silver fox I have heard so much about.”
 
He stood there paralyzed and hypnotized by the eyes sinking into his soul.
 
“I see you’re at a loss for words. I think I should make you speak in tongues.”
 
The huntress did something that the fox would have never in a million years expect. She leaned in, pressed her perfect breast into his chest, and instead of giving a kiss, she licked his lips, leaving a trace of sweet honey.
 
The fox cannot snap out of it. She was skilled in the hunt.”
 
“Do you like the flavor of that fox? I have something sweeter for you. All you have to do is follow me.”

(part 2 is coming)