Sweetie
I’ve been called a gold digger because I’m pretty and like rich older men. Just never take me for granted as I also have a brain.
I’m a great toy in the bedroom; today I will excel in the kitchen.
The recipe for the cake I am baking has been passed down by the women of my family for generations. My ‘sweetie’, as I lovingly call him, has a mighty craving for sweets.
I’ll add lots of extra sugar tonight––it blends in well with the ground glass of that fake diamond ring he gave me.
The cheap SOB.
