Angel On My Right, Devil On My Left

At a local cookie and coffee shop I made the acquaintance of a charming young woman.

Boy, she was hot!

Visual impaired, she introduced herself to me at the counter, and then asked me to escort her to a table.

Blind as a bat, and friendly as all Hell. Seductive and vulnerable. What more could a cad ask for?

We met every Wednesday for a month, discussing poetry and philosophy.

Is there anything sexier than an intellectual beauty?

She had a sweet yellow lab service dog.

I wonder, "does that son-of-a-bitch bite?"

I found her to be charming company.

Good Gawd! Just talking to her gives me the lurgies.

One day she asked me how old I was.

I'm one no good lying A-Hole!

Then she made a provocative request, "can I touch your face?"

I'm there, in the garden.  Pick the fruit while it's ripe.

She complemented me saying that I had a strong face.

I've hooked her like a fish on a treble hook.  All I need do is reel her in.

I told her I thought she was beautiful.


So, like the horn dog that I am, I took her home and burned her to the ground.

Or,

I admitted that I was almost old enough to be her father, and suggested she'd be a perfect match for a younger bachelor.


Sometimes morality costs more, than the wages of sin can afford.

So, the angel on my right, or the devil on my left.  Who do you think won this bet?