What a shrimp to behold

>Stifling a yawn, Lupa tried to ignore her growing aggravation of the beaming sun blasting it heat waves in her face by wondering why exactly she was dragged out of bed on a Sunday morning.
> Apparently Her Bible humper of a sister was running low on post-it notes. And wouldn’t you know it? Lupa was the only one around to get it for her while the Christ Cracker was at church.
> It was a beautiful sunny Sunday afternoon, More than enough reason for her to get this done so she can back home, close the blinds, and sleep in her air-conditioned room.
> She took a shortcut through the park only stopping to double check to see if she had enough cash on her. Not noticing the odd, gangly looking man sitting alone on a park bench not too far from her.
> Just to make sure, she counted again. Now she wouldn’t usually bother counting it out, but she was going to Flips, and he had a habit to haggle over the stupidest shit. Frankly, she was amazed that no one had snuffed the cheap old bastard out by now.
> It looked like she had enough plus extra, just in case. And to go along with that luck, a nice long shadow blotted out the sun to cool her off.
> Although the heavy breathing wasn’t as welcoming.
> She slowly looked up from her pocket change to see A tall man draped in a tattered yellow coat, eyes hidden by the shadow of his baseball cap. The only thing you could make was the crooked smile he had.
> Lupa legs froze… She could only watch the creep lurched over her, bony hands slithering out from the sleeves of his coat, slowly curling into his chest as he daintily grabbed the hem of his jacket.
> She flinched when the ripped open his coat. Exposing himself to the world, barring every single inch of his flesh for her to behold. Making an effort spread his legs, so she got a good long look at his manhood.
> He let slip a low sickly laugh as he looked down at her to drink in her expression.
> *Snort*
> “Did… did you just laugh?”

> Lupa looked away for a sec to collect herself. Covering her mouth to keep herself from laughing directly at it.  “Nah, Nah just… hey, if you feel Snicker If you feel comfortable showing yourself off. then good for y-you.” She said sneaking a peak again only cough up a small chuckle.
> “Excuse you? What's so funny about my dick?”
> “Aside from the fact you need to show it off to a 12-year-old girl?” That made him pause long enough to go on. “But hey, Let's go down the list. The tip of your dick looks like a malformed cherry missing the stem, you got tanned raisins for balls, I’m pretty sure unless you hard right I shouldn’t see that many veins and for fuck sake, do some manscaping. That and your dick shaped like a boomerang.”
> The pure audacity of this pint-sized bitch. “We- You… How w-would you know what a dick looks like.”
> “I watch porn.”
> “You’re a bit young to be watching porn.”
> “And you’re a bit old to be flaunting your shrimpy dick.”
> “You know, shrimps are pretty big.”  He argued, finally covering himself up to keep her from laughing.
> “Yeah and served cold.” It didn’t work
> “You know what, forget you, I don’t need this.” He said turning his nose at her for criticizing his flashing. “I just wanted to come to the park, flash my dick at some young girls and get off to their adorable shocked expressions. But no, you had to go and ruin it. I’ll take my business elsewhere. Good day to you, ya trollop.”
> “Da fuck is a Trollop?” She asked herself watching the man with the bizarro dick ventured to show off his unused goods to more unsuspecting pre-pubescent girls. Lupa wondered if she should tell him about the two police officers currently chasing him, but instead, she pulled out her phone and pressed the record button.
> She learned that day that there were benefits of going out once and awhile.
> Like watching a grown naked man getting tackled by two cops.