A/N: BWA HA HAA!!! more from this messed up story!!!! NEE HEEE HEEEEE!!!
(sry i'm a little crazy right now)
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I met Ezekiel Young from Salt Lake City about two years ago--and he told me he was single, so we hit it off right away. So we started livin' together. He'd go to work, he'd come home, I'd make him a drink, then fix dinner.... then I found out. Single he told me--single my ass. Not only was he married- -oh no. He had six wives. One of those Mormons, y'know? So one night, he came, and I fixed him his drink....you know some guys just can't hold their arsenic.
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I was walking down the street one day, and my eyes suddenly rested upon this guy. A really handsome looking guy, I have to say. He grinned at me, and, intrigued, I walked over.
"Sorry, but have you....are you from around here?" I asked awkwardly. "I know nearly everyone in the area, but I don't quite recognize you."
Grinning shyly, he said, "I'm from Salt Lake City, actually. Utah. I've never been to Chicago before. It's a very interesting city though, I can tell."
"I've got a friend from Salt Lake City," I said. "What's your name?"
"Ezekiel Young," he answered.
"I'm Annie Smith. How'd you like a little tour of the city, Mr. Young?"
"I'd love it."
So we spent basically the whole day together. I could tell he was into me, because he kept staring at me with this look in his eyes that sort of said, "You're hot stuff, but how do I say it?" It was considerably awkward that we had just met and already we were acting like we'd been friends since childhood.
"How long have you lived in Chicago?" he asked me.
"Oh, ever since I was about two, I think," I answered. "My family moved here from Albany."
"Albany, eh? Very interesting."
"Yes, isn't it? Unfortunately, I can't remember anything about it." I neglected to mention the fact that I was forced to live with my sisters and my mother, whom we all helped support. It was very embarrassing--he didn't ask about it, though. Well, until he said,
"Do you have a husband living with you?" Odd way to phrase the question, wasn't it? I certainly thought so.
I was a little taken aback by the question, but I think I hid my surprise well. "Um, actually, I'm not married. Still flying solo."
"Really? So am I--single." He winked at me, and I felt my heart fluttering.
After we'd had dinner, we called for a taxi, and he gave the driver a street name. "And I'll tell you when to stop."
"So what brought you out here to Illinois anyway, Mr. Young?" I asked curiously. I was about to bat my eyelashes flirtatiously, but changed my mind at the last minute (making what turned out to be one really long blink).
"Please, just call me Ezekiel," he said politely. "I had a rich aunt who lived out here and she died recently. She always said that I had been her favorite nephew, so she left all her estate to me. I arrived here yesterday, and found the house in perfect order."
"Well, that's nice."
"Yes, but I've still yet to be able to find my way around this place," he said. "Ah, here we are."
"Where?"
"My place," he answered, getting out of the cab, paying the driver and walking to the front door.
I sat there in shock. "YOUR place!?" I asked him. "You--you mean--we just hang around the city, have dinner, a few drinks, shoot some pool and then--you--YOUR PLACE?!"
He sighed as he unlocked the door. "Are you coming?"
"......yeah."
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After that it was basically daily routine. He went off to work, I stayed home and did basically nothing. Then he would come late at night, I'd make him a drink, we'd have dinner, and then we'd do....just whatever. Normally he'd sit on a chair and read the paper and I'd stare at him while he did it.
Not much fun. I was beginning to get bored, but I felt bad about two- timing Ezekiel. He'd never do something like that to me. He was from Utah, for heaven's sakes, he wasn't bred like that.
Then one day I went out for lunch with my friend Ethel--the one who had lived in Salt Lake City previously.
"Annie, I've been dying to tell you about this guy that Sally knows!" Ethel said over some coffee. Sally was her sister. "He's got these amazing blue eyes, and gorgeous blonde hair, and he--"
"Sorry, Ethel," I sighed. "I've already got a guy I'm stuck with."
"Really? Who?"
I rolled my eyes. "Oh, he's from Salt Lake."
"Oh, maybe I'd know him. What's his name."
"Ezekiel Young," I said, drawling out the name and slumping in my chair.
"What??" Ethel asked, immediately perking up. "Ezekiel Young?!"
I sat up, surprised by her surprise. "Yeah, why? What's it to you? D'you know him at all?"
"Only about every respectable woman in Salt Lake knew him!" Ethel scoffed.
I stared at her in confusion. "Well then how the heck did you?"
She glared at me for a long time. Then she suddenly laughed. "Wait a minute! Are you afraid to go out with another guy because you don't want to double cross Ezekiel? Is that why you won't meet Sally's friend?"
"Well....yeah," I said uncomfortably. Isn't that what a good girlfriend was supposed to do?"
"My dear, Ezekiel is six-timing you!"
My mouth dropped, probably making me look like a complete idiot. "WHAT?! What's that supposed to mean?!"
"He was always a sick little creature," Ethel sniffed. "He believed in the old old old traditions of his religion. Said Mormons still ought to have more than wife. So he scattered them out around the country, telling each one that he was always off on a business trip, just to visit another."
"Wait a minute, wait a minute," I said, holding up a hand. "Are you telling me that Ezekiel Young has SIX WIVES?!"
"Well, yes," Ethel answered. "But not so loud, Annie--people are beginning to stare at you."
"And he justifies that by saying its his religion?" I asked in disbelief. Ethel nodded and I continued to speak. "But Ethel--you're Mormon, aren't you? I thought you told me that bigomy stopped decades ago!"
"It did!" Ethel said. "I told you, Ezekiel believes in those old traditions!"
I slammed my fist onto the table in anger. I wanted to throw my cup across the room and smash it across the wall, but I resisted the temptation.
"Dear, if I were you, I'd get rid of him right away," Ethel advised me, patting my hand gently.
By that, I think she meant I should just dump him. But I had other thoughts in my head already.....
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"Annie, I'm home," came the familiar voice from the front hallway. I smiled and hugged him as he hung up his coat and hat.
"Come on into the living room, I already made your drink for you," I said, leading him a little forcefully into the next room.
"Um, okay...." He took a seat at one end of the table, and took one at the other. Then Ezekiel took a long gulp of the liquid, still grinning. Then he set down the glass, and his eyes widened a bit. He stared at me in shock, then fell to the floor.
I walked over to him. He tried to talk, but could only mouth the word, "Why?" I responded, "Six wives!!"
Then his face suddenly went blank. I lifted his arm up and it dropped back down without hesitation. Perfect.
*****Ezekiel's point of view******
When I came through the front door, Annie walked towards me with an unusually large smile on her face, but I thought nothing of it. She embraced me once I had put away my things, and told me she'd made me a drink.
Then rather roughly, she led me into the living room. We sat down at opposite ends of the table, and she watched me as I picked up the glass. I noticed something of a small smirk tug at the corners of her mouth, but it looked only like an innocent smile. So, I nonchalantly downed almost half of the drink.
Suddenly the insides of my body began to wretch. My breathing started coming out irregularly. My eyes bulged out, as Annie chuckled softly and watched me fall down to the floor. She walked over to me and looked down at me like I was vermin.
I opened and closed my mouth, trying to say something, but no words came out. Then her expression turned angry.
"Six wives!" she suddenly shouted.
How had she found out? I didn't know....but suddenly I felt my heart failing me and I couldn't think anymore.....
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A/N: ok, that ending REALLY sucked. but u know wat? i dont care. plz review if u want any more of this from me!
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I met Ezekiel Young from Salt Lake City about two years ago--and he told me he was single, so we hit it off right away. So we started livin' together. He'd go to work, he'd come home, I'd make him a drink, then fix dinner.... then I found out. Single he told me--single my ass. Not only was he married- -oh no. He had six wives. One of those Mormons, y'know? So one night, he came, and I fixed him his drink....you know some guys just can't hold their arsenic.
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I was walking down the street one day, and my eyes suddenly rested upon this guy. A really handsome looking guy, I have to say. He grinned at me, and, intrigued, I walked over.
"Sorry, but have you....are you from around here?" I asked awkwardly. "I know nearly everyone in the area, but I don't quite recognize you."
Grinning shyly, he said, "I'm from Salt Lake City, actually. Utah. I've never been to Chicago before. It's a very interesting city though, I can tell."
"I've got a friend from Salt Lake City," I said. "What's your name?"
"Ezekiel Young," he answered.
"I'm Annie Smith. How'd you like a little tour of the city, Mr. Young?"
"I'd love it."
So we spent basically the whole day together. I could tell he was into me, because he kept staring at me with this look in his eyes that sort of said, "You're hot stuff, but how do I say it?" It was considerably awkward that we had just met and already we were acting like we'd been friends since childhood.
"How long have you lived in Chicago?" he asked me.
"Oh, ever since I was about two, I think," I answered. "My family moved here from Albany."
"Albany, eh? Very interesting."
"Yes, isn't it? Unfortunately, I can't remember anything about it." I neglected to mention the fact that I was forced to live with my sisters and my mother, whom we all helped support. It was very embarrassing--he didn't ask about it, though. Well, until he said,
"Do you have a husband living with you?" Odd way to phrase the question, wasn't it? I certainly thought so.
I was a little taken aback by the question, but I think I hid my surprise well. "Um, actually, I'm not married. Still flying solo."
"Really? So am I--single." He winked at me, and I felt my heart fluttering.
After we'd had dinner, we called for a taxi, and he gave the driver a street name. "And I'll tell you when to stop."
"So what brought you out here to Illinois anyway, Mr. Young?" I asked curiously. I was about to bat my eyelashes flirtatiously, but changed my mind at the last minute (making what turned out to be one really long blink).
"Please, just call me Ezekiel," he said politely. "I had a rich aunt who lived out here and she died recently. She always said that I had been her favorite nephew, so she left all her estate to me. I arrived here yesterday, and found the house in perfect order."
"Well, that's nice."
"Yes, but I've still yet to be able to find my way around this place," he said. "Ah, here we are."
"Where?"
"My place," he answered, getting out of the cab, paying the driver and walking to the front door.
I sat there in shock. "YOUR place!?" I asked him. "You--you mean--we just hang around the city, have dinner, a few drinks, shoot some pool and then--you--YOUR PLACE?!"
He sighed as he unlocked the door. "Are you coming?"
"......yeah."
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After that it was basically daily routine. He went off to work, I stayed home and did basically nothing. Then he would come late at night, I'd make him a drink, we'd have dinner, and then we'd do....just whatever. Normally he'd sit on a chair and read the paper and I'd stare at him while he did it.
Not much fun. I was beginning to get bored, but I felt bad about two- timing Ezekiel. He'd never do something like that to me. He was from Utah, for heaven's sakes, he wasn't bred like that.
Then one day I went out for lunch with my friend Ethel--the one who had lived in Salt Lake City previously.
"Annie, I've been dying to tell you about this guy that Sally knows!" Ethel said over some coffee. Sally was her sister. "He's got these amazing blue eyes, and gorgeous blonde hair, and he--"
"Sorry, Ethel," I sighed. "I've already got a guy I'm stuck with."
"Really? Who?"
I rolled my eyes. "Oh, he's from Salt Lake."
"Oh, maybe I'd know him. What's his name."
"Ezekiel Young," I said, drawling out the name and slumping in my chair.
"What??" Ethel asked, immediately perking up. "Ezekiel Young?!"
I sat up, surprised by her surprise. "Yeah, why? What's it to you? D'you know him at all?"
"Only about every respectable woman in Salt Lake knew him!" Ethel scoffed.
I stared at her in confusion. "Well then how the heck did you?"
She glared at me for a long time. Then she suddenly laughed. "Wait a minute! Are you afraid to go out with another guy because you don't want to double cross Ezekiel? Is that why you won't meet Sally's friend?"
"Well....yeah," I said uncomfortably. Isn't that what a good girlfriend was supposed to do?"
"My dear, Ezekiel is six-timing you!"
My mouth dropped, probably making me look like a complete idiot. "WHAT?! What's that supposed to mean?!"
"He was always a sick little creature," Ethel sniffed. "He believed in the old old old traditions of his religion. Said Mormons still ought to have more than wife. So he scattered them out around the country, telling each one that he was always off on a business trip, just to visit another."
"Wait a minute, wait a minute," I said, holding up a hand. "Are you telling me that Ezekiel Young has SIX WIVES?!"
"Well, yes," Ethel answered. "But not so loud, Annie--people are beginning to stare at you."
"And he justifies that by saying its his religion?" I asked in disbelief. Ethel nodded and I continued to speak. "But Ethel--you're Mormon, aren't you? I thought you told me that bigomy stopped decades ago!"
"It did!" Ethel said. "I told you, Ezekiel believes in those old traditions!"
I slammed my fist onto the table in anger. I wanted to throw my cup across the room and smash it across the wall, but I resisted the temptation.
"Dear, if I were you, I'd get rid of him right away," Ethel advised me, patting my hand gently.
By that, I think she meant I should just dump him. But I had other thoughts in my head already.....
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"Annie, I'm home," came the familiar voice from the front hallway. I smiled and hugged him as he hung up his coat and hat.
"Come on into the living room, I already made your drink for you," I said, leading him a little forcefully into the next room.
"Um, okay...." He took a seat at one end of the table, and took one at the other. Then Ezekiel took a long gulp of the liquid, still grinning. Then he set down the glass, and his eyes widened a bit. He stared at me in shock, then fell to the floor.
I walked over to him. He tried to talk, but could only mouth the word, "Why?" I responded, "Six wives!!"
Then his face suddenly went blank. I lifted his arm up and it dropped back down without hesitation. Perfect.
*****Ezekiel's point of view******
When I came through the front door, Annie walked towards me with an unusually large smile on her face, but I thought nothing of it. She embraced me once I had put away my things, and told me she'd made me a drink.
Then rather roughly, she led me into the living room. We sat down at opposite ends of the table, and she watched me as I picked up the glass. I noticed something of a small smirk tug at the corners of her mouth, but it looked only like an innocent smile. So, I nonchalantly downed almost half of the drink.
Suddenly the insides of my body began to wretch. My breathing started coming out irregularly. My eyes bulged out, as Annie chuckled softly and watched me fall down to the floor. She walked over to me and looked down at me like I was vermin.
I opened and closed my mouth, trying to say something, but no words came out. Then her expression turned angry.
"Six wives!" she suddenly shouted.
How had she found out? I didn't know....but suddenly I felt my heart failing me and I couldn't think anymore.....
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A/N: ok, that ending REALLY sucked. but u know wat? i dont care. plz review if u want any more of this from me!