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Click hereThis story is supposed to be a romance.
There is NO SEX!
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"Raac, I've done something really stupid and I'm so sorry!" running into his arms and bursting into tears –hair a mess, makeup streaked.
"I'm so sorry! I don't know what I was thinking – please forgive me – oh god please forgive me!"
"Shhh, shhh, don't cry Betty B, it's OK, don't worry, whatever you've done it can't be that bad. Put your head on my chest; Our hearts are joined, now take a breath and tell me what's happened."
"I'm so sorry, I went with another man,"
"What... what do you mean 'went with another man'?"
"Oh God, please don't make me say it."
"ELIZABETH BREE, WHAT DID YOU DO?!"
"I slept with a man and I'm so sorry." Sob, sob, wail sob.
"You fucked another man?" - nod, sob.
"How many times?"
"Just once." Sob.
"Did you use a condom?"
"I don't know; NO...; what does it matter?"
"Did you suck his cock?"
"What does that matter?"
"DID YOU SUCK HIS COCK?"
"Oh god, Raac – OK, YES – I sucked his cock! Are you happy now!"
"Not really. Did he cum in your mouth?"
"YES – what does that matter – I lost my mind – I came home as soon as I came to my senses and realised what I had done. Please, please Raac, say you'll forgive me, please Raac – I don't know what I was thinking..." sob, sob.
"What's his name?"
"I don't...; you don't know him."
"What's his name?"
"Bernard – OK, he's called Bernard – please don't try and do anything stupid – he's married."
"Give me your phone."
"You never changed your passcode; let's see google maps; your timeline, 75 Buchanon Street. OK"
"Oh no Raac – don't do anything silly – please darling – it was all my fault."
"Take your clothes off."
"What"
"You heard me Betty B! take your slut clothes off – NOW."
"I'll do whatever you want, just please forgive me." Sob.
"wait here – I need to get some things from the garage – don't move!"
"That was quick – I stayed here as you asked..."
"Sit down."
"Ow – Raac, what the fuck, what's with the cable ties – you don't need to tie me up – I'm not going anywhere – Raac darling – please don't do this – please untie my arms and legs – let's just talk."
"Shut the fuck up Betty B, I've got work to do and I need you to shut up and watch."
"Raac – what are you doing?"
"I'm building a bonfire; these are all the photo albums; these drives contain all the digital photos; this is your wedding dress, still in its box; here is our wedding certificate."
"Raac, you need to sit down and try to think about what you are doing, you can't build a bonfire in the living room. Now untie me and we'll talk"
"You've destroyed everything we ever had – 30 years of marriage Betty B – didn't that mean anything to you?"
"Raac – I'm so sorry – it just happened!"
"How did it 'just happen' – did he trip over and accidentally put his cock in your mouth? – you know what – just shut up – I don't care."
"Raac – I can smell petrol – what are you doing? Raac what's going on? Please don't do anything you'll regret, please Raac."
"Shut up Betty B – I'm going to free your legs – don't try to do anything stupid"
"I promise to be good Raac, just take the photo albums off the pile, you've covered everything in petrol and they'll be ruined; what about the kid's stuff?"
"The boys left home years ago – there's nothing but memories here. Nothing worth keeping."
"Raac – stop that – you can't expect me to wear a dog collar – that's just going too far!"
"Shut the fuck up Betty B – we're going for a drive and I need to keep you under control."
"Raac – I'm naked – it's six in the evening – someone will see!"
"Don't care! Come on, get in the car!" tug, choke
"woof!"
"Good boy Burty – you jump in the back"
"I'll do up your seat belt Darling – must keep you safe. Back in a minute something to do." Woumph!
"Oh my god Raac, what have you done – our beautiful home – call the fire brigade! Maybe they can save it."
"Wow – I didn't expect it to catch so quickly – I suppose two gallons of petrol will do that! Ok time for a road trip."
"Where are you taking me?"
"We're going to 75 Buchanon Street, to see Bernard."
"No, no, no, no, Raac – please stop now – you've gone crazy. Raac – remember that we always said that our hearts are joined – that they will always beat together – please Raac, please look into your heart and try to find some way to forgive me."
"My heart is broken Betty B – you broke it into a million pieces – I don't think it can ever be mended."
"I love you Raac – it's not too late – stop the madness now."
"We're here – let me help you out of the car darling."
"NO RAAC – I'M NAKED!"
"Bernard? – Oh Bernard! – Betty's here to see you!"
"Betty? What the fuck are you doing here – Lucy's home – why are you naked? – please, get out of here before Lucy sees you!" Crack – the sound of baseball bat hitting shin.
"Ow – who the fuck are you?"
"Name's Richard Aacker – 'Raac' to my friends – but you're not my friend." Bok – the hollow coconut sound of baseball bat hitting skull.
"I'm Betty B's husband – you may know her as 'Elizabeth Bree Aacher' – or maybe just slut!" crack – the brittle stick sound of an arm breaking.
"What are you doing to my husband?"
"Stupid question – I'm beating him up because he had an affair with my wife!"
"No, he didn't!"
"Tell her Betty B – tell Bernard's wife about your suck and fuck session – right here in their house!"
"Oh god, Lucy – I'm so sorry – this was never supposed to happen – I'm so sorry!"
"Betty – you bitch! You were my best friend – how could you?"
"Look, you two; settle this between yourselves – I've got things to do!"
"what ya doing to my dick?"
"I'm putting a cable tie on it so you don't bleed to death when I use this."
"NOOOOOO." Snip – the sound of a Bypass Lopper cutting a penis off.
"AHHHHHHH – OH GOD – SOMEONE CALL AN AMBULANCE"
"Well – I'll be off then – goodbye Betty B. I love you and I always will." The sound of a car driving away and approaching sirens.
Epilogue
"Mum – Mum – It's me Steve – your son – do you remember me?"
"She has good days and bad – this is a good day – she's not sobbing uncontrollably."
"Thanks, nurse – do you think she hears me?"
"Oh she can hear you – can't you darling – look Betty B – your son has come to visit you."
"I can't believe she's been like this for five years."
"Traumatic Catatonia – worst case ever recorded – her mind just burned out!"
"Mum – they found him – they found Dad – he's dying Mum." Her face suddenly lit up.
"Raac?"
"Can I take her to him? It's not far and he's not expected to last long."
"Yes of course – you'll need to take the wheelchair. I'll give you a hand."
"Say, do you know what happened to the other guy? Bernard?"
"Very sad – they never found his penis – he stayed here for a couple of weeks then went home – just couldn't hack take it – topped himself – poison."
"Oh, can't help feeling he deserved it. Are you comfortable Mum? let me strap you in."
"Raac?"
"Yes, Mum – let's go and see Dad. He'd been living rough all this time, up north they think; then yesterday – he just walked into the local police station and gave himself up. When he collapsed, they called an ambulance." Driving, doors, wheelchair.
"Dad – look who's here."
"Betty B?"
"Raac!"
"We'll help you, Mum; Pete – you help her up, while I move the tubes. There you are mum." putting her head on his chest, listened to his heart.
"forgive me Betty B."
"I do. forgive me Raac."
"I do. I love you Betty B."
"I Love you Raac."
"lub-dub, lub-dub, lub-..." The sound of two hearts beating together then silence.
Stupid, stupid, STUPID!!!!!! Fuck me, I didn't get even half way down the page. Is NOT romance.
Obviously you were trying to send a message. But you just made a stupid story. I think we could use this as a secret weapon. Translate into Russian and give it to Putin. He'll turn into a babbling idiot in a week.
R.