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02.12.06 I Do
I: New York City, New York- Trump
International Hotel and Tower
"So what the fuck happened in
England babe."
Marissah enters the bathroom, scantily clad in one of her more recent
purchases from Barneys, this time a $3200 cashmere and silk robe.
For that purchase I had no qualms about handing over by card. She
is indeed edible.
I had just returned from England, the burning image of the public house
indelibly etched in my psyche. It was a wonderful, sensual act of
defiance - destroying something dear to some lovely old man, and a
place my father used to frequent. I spited two old bastards in
one stone, one dead however, and the other yet to meet the
Reaper. All in good time. Malice is such an erotic,
satisfying feeling. Perhaps I'm a sadist.
I glance over at my wife who has removed her robe and only sports bra
and panties, as she prepares to do the female thing and shave her
legs.
I too prepare to shave, my face showing a few days growth more than I
am accustomed to.
I turn my back to her and open the cabinet and remove my shaving gel
and respond.
"What do you mean."
"I was looking at the Wessex
regional website and there was a small news bite that the old pub
burned to the ground."
"Mmmm." On goes
the tap and I splash some water on my face. Pop goes the top of
the shaving cream and I spray a little into my hand.
"'Mmmm?''" She mimics
me. "What the hell is
'Mmmm' supposed to mean."
"Mmmm." I reiterate.
"You've heard then I take it."
I nod my head as the rich gel of Gillette's finest smears over my face.
"Sons of bitches who did
that. Robert if they catch them you'd better sue them for all
they're worth. I was thinking we could have turned it into a
little 'b and b.'"
The first gentle strokes from the Fusion blade I acquired from the
chemists down the street. Supposed to be the finest razor they've
ever made. That much I will find out in a few moments when I am
complete.
"Don't think suing myself would
do much good," I blandly reply.
In the mirror I see her mouth drop open as she fiddles with her own
razor to take care of her legs.
"What the fuck did you do that
for?"
Shrug. "Because.
For pleasure. I didn't need the place anymore anyway."
"Dumb bastard have you lost
your mind?"
I chuckle as I am careful not to nick myself. Cutting myself
shaving vexes me more than losing in the ring.
"I think we both know the
answer to that."
Marissah slowly glides her blade over her long shapely legs, making
fairly short work of the job. I fell in love with those legs the
first night at that bar. Then her chest, her eyes, her
voice. Her mind however seduced me ultimately and has kept me in
check for the past few years.
"To hell with your lunacy I
want to know if you got my new ring as you promised."
Her avarice exceeds even mine.
"Yes I got it."
She squeals in delight.
"You should pay me back in sex for
it."
"Fuck you," she laughs.
"That's the idea," I
concede.
A few more strokes of the blade and I am clean. I run a hand over
my face. Not damn bad.
Until I see a small drop of blood appear on my upper right cheek.
"Damn piece of rubbish."
I toss the blade into the bin to the side of the sink. "The good people of Gillette and
Walgreens will feel my wrath."
"Aww what's wrong did baby cut
himself."
I turn around wiping my face with my towel, blood be damned. I
slightly sneer - or is that sneer slightly?
She completes her left leg and walks over to me and pulls my face to
her. She licks the spot where I cut myself and squeezes my rear.
It's good to be home.
"I promise to make it all
better later once I'm done, okay?"
I toss my towel to the side and take her chin into my hand and kiss her
firmly. I begin to head out of the bathroom only to hear her call
out:
"But if you were Cole
Christenson I'd do you here and now." Her laugh is genuine
and impassioned. It reviles me.
She seriously meant what she said, I knew it.
I enter our bedroom and respond loudly: "Slut."
"That's why you married me
sweetie."
She bounds happily into the bedroom and lays down tummy first, waving
her now silken legs around playfully in the air.
"Perhaps," I chide
snidely back "I'm sorry
to say that I will have no recourse but to annihilate pretty boy and
Mr. Phoenix back to the stone age, and make the former wish he had
never returned to OLW."
I peer down at her. "And if
you don't like it, you can suck on this," I gratuitously point
to my crotch.
Her eyes are full of lust.
"You destroy those bastards
for me and all three of those assholes you're teaming with, if they
even look at you funny, and I'll more than do that. But for now I
want satisfaction of another sort." She points to her bare
finger on her left hand.
I saunter over and open my attaché case and pull out a small
black ring box. I return to the foot of our bed and toss it at
her.
Again her mouth is agape.
"Son of a bitch."
She throws it back at me and the box hits the ground, the ring popping
out and landing on the ground. £375
000 laying on the ground as if it were nothing. I bend down and
pick it up. The diamond is indeed brilliant.
I cast my eyes at her. She just looks at me and purses her lips
playfully, tilting her head to one side. She sticks her hand out
to me.
I'll play the game.
I get down on one knee and take her hand.
"My Lady Duchess, Marissah
Whitely-Lancaster, Duchess of Wessex, will you marry me?"
Her cheeks turn crimson ever so slightly.
"Bring me the OLW Title."
Pulse pounds. Breathing accelerates. Eyes dilate.
I am become Death, the Destroyer
of Worlds.
Curtis falls. Curtis falls. His blood is spilled. His body
is unconscious. He is helpless. He has fallen. His
energy drained, his power vanished.
I have evolved, stronger, faster, powerful; our avarice increases its
cold steely hand on our soul that is the sovereign dark lord's.
I am become Death, the Destroyer of Worlds.
"I do."
"I do."
I slide the ring on her finger.
I am become Death
The Destroyer
of Worlds
