For the Love of Money

Beverly and James backed out of the master bedroom leaving Mitch on the bed and Tyrone clutching his bleeding crotch on the floor. They made it to James' bedroom where he quickly shed his feminine attire for a pair of white briefs, Levi's, an oxford shirt, and a pair of running shoes. Beverly found a towel and cleaned the gun of what she hoped would be all of her fingerprints. She then went into James closet and reached for a box that was hidden on the top shelf. In it were ten packs of one hundred dollar bills, duplicate driver's licenses, social security cards, and two passports. She also found a Coach bag that was large enough to contain the money and the documents. She stuffed everything inside and they made their way out of the condominium, then the building, and had the unsuspecting doorman hail them a cab.

Once in the cab, James, astounded at what had just occurred, spoke to Beverly, "What in God's name have you done?"

"James, I never stopped loving you. I just couldn't accept you're idiotic method of trying to make us rich. I'm not letting you off the hook, but I wasn't going to take anymore bullshit from that asshole Markstein. You're still going to serve me except this time I'm going to be in charge."

The cabbie interrupted them to ask, "Where to?"

Beverly replied, "Kennedy Airport. International Arrival/Departure Building."

"We are we headed," asked James as he relaxed and leaned back into the cracked faux leather of the back seat of the yellow New York City cab. He could see the calm that had overcome his wife as she sat next to him.

"I'll figure that out when we get there. For now James, just relax and think about how you're going to serve me the rest of your miserable life."