'EVERYBODY PLAYS THA FOOL'
Episode 2
KNOCK!! KNOCK!! KNOCK!!
Stacy awakes with a start, and looks at her alarm clock. It is 5:05 am on a Saturday morning. 'Who the hell is banging on my door at THIS hour?' Stacy wonders as she stumbles to the door.
She opens the door and Jonas is standing there, obviously mad as hell. "Where's Sheila? I know she's here!" Jonas said angrily.
"What are you talking about?' said Stacy, looking at him strangely. "What the hell is going on?"
"You know what the hell is going on, Bitch! Now WHERE is she?" Jonas said, raising his voice and pushing past her into her apartment.
A big smile spreads across Stacy's face as the realization sets in that Sheila must have left Jonas. 'Ha Haaa, she left his ass! I'm going to play with my boy now, see what I can find out', Stacy thinks to herself.
"Well, she ain't here. And even if she was, I wouldn't tell YOU! I'm just glad she finally saw you for what you are and left your ass!" said Stacy. Then she started laughing out loud and hard. "HA HA!! She FINALLY left your ass! Ha-Haa…"
Jonas became infuriated at her words and laughter. It took all the strength he had in him to keep from jumping on Stacy and choking her - she was humiliating him.
"Shut up, BITCH!!" Jonas yelled. "I know she's here – and if she ain't here, you God-damned well know where she is!" Jonas started walking around her apartment, looking for Sheila. "Come on out Sheila! I know you're here... Come on Baby, we need to talk!"
"Nigga, I TOLD you she ain't here, and I DON'T know where she is!" Stacy said, as she wondered to herself where her friend could have gone. "I wish I DID know where she was so I could go comfort her…"
"COMFORT her? So YOU could COMFORT her?" Jonas said menacingly.
That was about all that Jonas could take – he lost it. He turned around, lunged after Stacy and they both fell to the floor, Jonas on top of her, his hands around her throat. He began squeezing and as Stacy started to choke, her eyes became big and round and she started to fight back hard. She managed to knee Jonas' groin hard enough for him to release his grip and grab himself, and she scrambled away to the bed next to the drawer that held the gun – the gun she bought especially for Jonas.
She could hear Jonas come after her as he slowly began to recover. She reached in the drawer for the gun, and just as she got it in her hands, Jonas lunged for her again, knocked it out of her hands, and it slid across the floor toward the front door.
Jonas and Stacy wrestled on the floor again, and Stacy was fighting back hard this time. Jonas was surprised at her strength. He kept going for her throat and she would kick, punch or strong-arm him so he couldn't get near her throat again, but he also knew he had to keep fighting to keep her from getting to that gun. She hated him, and he hated HER!
During their struggle on the floor, Jonas hated the fact that he was actually becoming very aroused... and then, on impulse, he did the unthinkable. He managed to give Stacy a long, deep kiss while they struggled on the floor…
Stacy struggled back at first, until she also started becoming aroused and kissed him right back. They both began kissing and fondling each other passionately, right there on the floor. Jonas began kneading Stacy's small but firm breasts, lightly pinching her nipples through the thin material of her undershirt, and she let out soft moans. She felt him stiffen while grinding on top of her through the thin cotton boxers she wore. Jonas got so excited, he literally ripped off her boxers and penetrated her, and her sweet groans of pleasure simply made him want her more…
After several minutes of passion, the sight of a figure caught Stacy's eye, and she stopped kissing Jonas as her eyes opened wide with fright. Jonas felt her body stiffen, and turned around to see what she was staring at.
Sheila had walked in and watched them for several minutes. She had seen the gun on the floor, and picked it up.
Her lover and her best friend – how could they do this to her? Here they are, slobbering, panting and humping each other like there was no tomorrow. She was extremely hurt, confused, and mad as hell. Perhaps there WAS no tomorrow…
She stood over them, tears streaming down her face, the gun still in her hand. She lifted the gun, and pointed it directly at them…
BANG!!
Copyright .2006, RM Green. All Rights Reserved.
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