Cookie

Cookie glanced at herself in the mirror and smiled. When a woman is as beautiful as Cookie is, she is allowed to be pleased with her reflection. Her cool skin was of the finest ebony, drawn delightfully over subtle contours of cheeks and brow and a delicate, such a soft and delicate nose. She smiled and her lips were an open invitation for anyone to fall in love, full and soft as a summers afternoon. Her warm, chocolate eyes seemed to know the deepest secrets of every mans heart and she would speak to them in the infinate silence of a blink.
She turned back to the man behind the counter.
"Twenty Regal king size and a pack of green Rizla" she said, her voice like a scratched record of swine feeding from a trough.