You really ought to be heading out, but you can't help but linger as you listen in a little on the discussion that rages between the LePoitiers. You can't catch it all, but it's basically her being demanding and belittling, while the husband's voice quakes and quails. This has clearly gone way beyond whatever he was expecting, and you head downstairs as you hear him pleading pitifully for her to come back to him.
It's strange, but not so long ago, before Ms. Jackson and Mrs. Sanchez ever showed up, you would have naturally felt rather badly for the man. Now you feel some cruel streak of yours tickled by how pathetic he sounds.
You saunter to the back, musing at the house's opulence, along the way, when suddenly the wife runs at you stark nude and grabs you from behind.
"I mean it. Take me with you. Please."
You turn to her. She's an amazing sight, this nude busty bombshell with your semen still spattered all over her. "Get real."
"I am getting real. I wanted the baby to get in good with his family, because that's what they want and expect. But now I realize, fuck that. I'll go insane if I have to live with him or his family any longer."
"They're the ones with the money."
"I'm the one with the money anyway." She sneers triumphantly. "I've got absolute control over him. He's a total schmuck. I'm getting his money no matter what. He can't say No to me. I can have half his fortune for the asking and abort this baby and then you and I could party."
You're impressed in spite of yourself. Where's Mike Hammer when you really need him, to deal with a living breathing film noir creature like this?
"You know, you want me," she teases. "Every man wants me. I'm standing here naked with your sperm on my face, begging you. Kidnap me."
"You're no dumb blonde after all. In fact -- you're poison. This sounds hot right now, but you're too treacherous. Goodbye."
She grabs you, her nails beginning to claw. "No man resists me!"
You've had it. You turn and haul off and slap her hard. You send her collapsing on the floor. But she gets up, so you slap her hard again. Finally you have to punch her outright, and that leaves her out cold. That's when you hear the pitiful whining of the husband upstairs, no doubt freaking out badly wondering if she'll ever come back to him. You hear him shriek and weep, and that's when you decide that you've really got to go.
As you drive away, paramedics zoom right past you. You can't help but wonder: could it be the old man? But you're not sure, and that's all over for now, so instead you just concentrate and head on home. |