Her name’s Felicia and she’s a perfect 10, but don’t be fooled by her hourglass figure or her exotic origin. This girl is a biotch. This biotch is a man eater. Enrique, a tropical storm that used to be in good shape but has definitely lost a lot of his oomph, thought he’d have a shot at getting his game back before Felicia came along. He wasn’t too phased even when he saw her barreling through the Pacific in a mad rush at 105 mph. He just assumed she was the manic type. Unfortunately for him, he was right.
With the gap between them at 825 miles and closing, Enrique is staggering like a drunken hobo. When did he get like this? It didn’t matter. His winds had died down to a puny 50 miles per hour and his epicenter was shrinking fast, something he’s been trying to hide from the lady hurricanes for weeks. Felicia is just getting faster and stronger. It’s just a matter of time.
Meteorologists predict that Felicia won’t stop at chewing up and spitting Enrique out, humiliating him all over the Pacific. She’s gonna straight up absorb him. Like a praying mantis she-devil, she won’t even leave a corpse. Enrique looks up. His eye flinches involuntarily…
