I can't believe I'm actually going to do this. But no, I cannot live like this. I just know I cant. It's either him or I.
She attached what appeared to be a switchblade to the inside of her wrist, under her lacy evening wear, and checked to make sure it operated properly. Although she was nervous, she found it in her heart to let go of a large grin, a grin, which she had been holding on to for quite some time.
"Christine? Are you ready? You wouldn't want to keep me waiting, now would you?"
Gee, aren't you a smartass? My masked friend would never be that pert with me.
"Be out in a second, honey," she replied, with a large, disappointed sigh. Hell, at least this is the last time Ill have to do this.
She stepped into his bedroom in her nightgown, the inside of her wrist turned to her thigh. She casually walked to the bed and lay down on his bed. He quickly turned, closed the gap between their mouths and started to caress her breasts.
She shuddered a little. But she new she must wait for the right moment to come.
She kissed him roughly, hoping to at least speed up the process. As one, they quickly removed her nightgown.
Feisty tonight! This is going to be my best ride yet!
As he pulled off her silky dress, she safely grabbed his arm arm and pulled it around her, trying to occupy him.
Deciding the time was right, her arm went straight into his chest. Bullseye! Right in the heart! She leapt up, hoping to keep her evening gown free of blood.
Boy… dying with a full-on erection… talk about an ultimate low!