Fallout (Crank 3)

I’ll get my BA in communications,

then figure out what to do with it.

I’ve got a part-time radio gig at

the X, an allowance for incidentals,

and I live at home. What more

could a guy need? Especially

when he’s got a girl like Nikki.

PICTURE THE IDEAL GIRL

And you’ve got Nikki.

She’s sweet. Smart. Cute. Oh,

yes, and then there’s her body.

I’m not sure what perfect

measurements are, but

Nikki’s got them,

all wrapped up in skin

like wheat-colored suede.

Delicious, from lips to ankles,

and she’s mine. Mine to touch,

mine to hold. Mine to kiss

all over her flawless

deliciousness. Plus,

she’s got her own place,

a sweet little house near campus,

where I can do all that kissing—not

to mention what comes after

the kissing—in private.

I’m done with classes

for the day and on my way

to Nikki’s, with a little extra fun

tucked inside my pocket. Yeah, I