She swaggered into my office with hips that knocked my libido into next week. I’m sure she saw <3 in my eyes but girls like her turn <3 into </3 faster than you can say :-X.
“O:-)” she purred demurely but I didn’t buy the act. I knew a >:-) when I saw one. I’d have to play it B-).
“:-/” I inquired skeptically.
“:-P” she teased, coming closer. She sat on my lap and came in for :-* but I saw her slipping the gun out of her garter belt. I was faster. With a look of :-O and then :'( she collapsed on the desk with a smoking hole in her back.
The tattoo on her now cold shoulder confirmed my suspicions: she had come for the Maltese :(|). Well, she’d never get it.
