There I was... hidden from view standing behind a pair of ceiling high window curtains and watching
the curvaceous beauty standing in front of her vanity.
Her name was Sonya. At forty-three, she still had great looks and curves that would make any healthy
guy's head spin with desire.
Well... I was not one of those guys. For I was spinning from something different!
Revengeful rage and a 45cal. slug deep in my gut that was rapidly ticking down what time I had left
on this planet.
Yeah... Sonya was one hot looking bitch with her wanting extra's of fine cloths, jewelry and most of all...
young men with money that would continue her high maintenance life style.
Most of all the little cunt double crossed me in a rough cut diamond/money laundry deal gone bad.
Left me holding a empty bag and lead in my belly.
But I was going to make sure I was going to be the one to get their "last licks' in... or should I say get
even and put my last shots into this evil cock teaser.
I was already half way there earlier in the day putting five holes into her now dead lover.
My 9mm had four more rounds left... which was plenty to serve to my darling Sonya.
I moved this story to... "Pulped Fiction”
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