Your phone rings in the middle of the night. An indiscernible voice speaks: “There is a car waiting for you outside your house. Get inside. You don’t want to ignore this.” Your spouse rolls over, eyes squinting, and says, “Everything okay?”
What happens next?
“Everything okay?”
I grabbed a handful of Buttcheek and squeezed hard, Leaned in, and frenched deep imbued with a toxic level level of morning breath.
"Not really, but I got this one. You owe me big for your continued, undisturbed slumber. "
"I promise I'll pound you twice a hard in the morning". With that my partner of twelve years rolled back over and fell back to sleep.
Feet scuffling around to connect with my Bunny slippers, found traction, and I slowly rose to shuffle to the bathroom for a semi reinuvigerating 3am pee. Even though a guy, I mostly pee sitting down cuz well it's more effeminate, ladylike, and tends not to spray pee-mist every where like most stand up peers do. Now don't get me wrong, once I leave the house, it's all business, drill seargeant style, but at home I prefer to just be myself. So yeah...I'm the girl in the relationship, and per the relationship manual, I'm dwarfed in size by my mate. Yeah... you don't have to worry bout me. I may be pettite in size but I make up for it with one hell of a Napoleonic complex. Very few people ever get the chance to
with me...{smiles sweetly}.
Head pounding, filled with "Brainsuck" I stare into the mirror to see if some sembalance of understanding about this thing could be had. Nope..well.
it! I'll just wing it.
Shuffulling out the bedroom door I grab Brian's tee shirt and throw it over me to serve as a night shirt. Yeah I ain't wearing undies either. Wake a
{a female dog} up at 3am and you get what you get.
Bunny slippers and night shirt clad, I stumble down the front walk and tumble into back seat of the jet black, mid 1980's Sedan de Ville. Peering into the darkened interior I clear my throat and ask... Could I have some water please? Almost instantly a plastic bottle of Avain shoots out of the darkness, and smacks me in the nose. "Thanks" and then the twist of a plastic cap is followed by the gurgling sound of 20oz, of 'breakfast on the run" beating a trail to my gullet.
"Ummm...can I ask what this is all...."
"Just sit there and shut up" come the instructions hurled at me from the front passengers seat.
"Yes Sir, thank you" With trained instinct I grabbed the light blanket that was neatly folded on the seat next to me and settled back into slumber, coaxed into Mopheus' arms by the rough scrapping sounds made by the air conditioning vents facing the back seat.
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The phone rings and Brian's hand claws through the darkness to quell it's ominous serenade.
"Hellloo???"
"It's Richardson Sir. The security team is following at a safe distance,what do you want us to do?"
"When they stop, set up a perimeter, and only move in on her signal. Remember...Only, at her signal.
"Oh ...and Richardson...."If one hair on her head comes to harm... You will hear your entire family screaming in agony at you from the depths of hell."
I'll see you at the office, and we'll do lunch as usual after you wrap this up. I made meatloaf, knowing your affinity for it.
"nite"
"Good night Sir"......{sound bites for for the dial tone, then the phone being replaced into the reciever"}
Having received his employer's calm, serenity laden endorsement, Richardson proceeded with the task at hand.
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Assignment 1 - The Mysterious Call (Brian Klems)
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