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Everybody Playz Tha Fool - Episode 3
By RM Green
Friday, January 26, 2007

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This is a continuation of my orinal soap opera....

 

 

 

 

 

BANG!!




 BZZZZZZZZZzzzzzzzzz…….




 The bullet whizzed by Jonas' head by less than an inch, largely due to the slight kick of firing the gun that Sheila held in her hand.  It made her take a step back and knocked her slightly off balance.  She had never fired a gun before, and it was only her lack of experience that saved Jonas' life.

 Momentarily stunned, Sheila began to regain her composure, and attempted to raise the gun again.  In the meantime, Stacy had found super-human strength and literally tossed Jonas off of her toward the middle of the room, pants down to his ankles, family jewels in full view and still erect.  Sheila aimed directly between his legs…




 BANG!!




 A split second before she got the second shot off, Stacy had tackled her from below her waist and pushed her onto the bed, and the bullet hit the ceiling, sending bits and pieces of stucco and plaster from the ceiling spraying to the floor below.   Stacy was wrestling Sheila on the bed for the gun, arms raised above their heads …  Jonas just sat there, momentarily frozen, in the middle of the room, watching the two women wrestling on the bed, Stacy naked from the waist down.  His hard-on became more rock-solid at the sight.

 "Sheila Baby, let go of the gun!" Stacy pleaded.

 "Hell NO!  Get the fuck OFF ME, Bitch!  I'm gonna fuckin' kill the BOTH of you!" screamed Shiela through the tears rolling down her face.  She has a death grip on the gun.  "First I'm gonna kill my punk-ass boyfriend, then it's gonna be YOUR muthafuckin' ass!"

 "You don't want to do that, Baby Girl!" Stacy tried to say in a soothing manner, but was having trouble as she was struggling for the gun. "Come on, Baby, give me the gun, Boo… I'll shoot his muthafuckin' ass for you…"

 'What the hell am I doing?  Jonas thought, hearing this conversation.  If either one of these bitches get total control of that gun, my ass is DEAD!  Let me get the FUCK outta here…!!!'

 With that thought, and still watching intently so as to not get hit with a stray bullet, Jonas quickly scrambled to his feet, pulled up his pants, and headed toward the door.

 "He's getting away, he's getting AWAY!" Sheila screamed, and with all the strength she could muster, she pulled free from Stacy's grasp, got up, ran toward the door and pointed the gun toward Jonas' retreating figure.

 BANG!!

 Sheila let off another shot, and Jonas had just made it out the door.  The bullet hit the door jamb and lodged in the wood molding.  Stacy was making her way up behind her to try and get the gun out of Sheila's hands before she regained her composure, but Sheila was too fast for her, and she swung around pointing the gun…

 By the time Stacy reached Sheila, the barrel of the gun was only two inches away from Stacy's nose.  Stacy froze in place – she dared not move.  She was staring deep into Sheila's crying eyes, the hurt and pain in her eyes searing through her heart.

 "How could you do this to me?  TO ME?" cried Sheila, tears streaming down her face, dark fury in her eyes.  "You were my best friend, MY BEST FRIEND!  I LOVED YOU!  And here I come to talk to you, to help ease my pain - and I find your SUPPOSED lesbian-ass screwing MY fuckin' boyfriend on the got-damned floor!"

 "Baby, please let me explain…" Stacy started to say, keeping her eyes trained on Sheila's, trying to find a way to explain this situation before she gets her freakin' head blown off by the love of her life.  She realized just then she was naked from the waist down.  The wife-beater she was wearing just reached her hips. 

 "Don't you 'Baby' me, you got-damned traitor!  Betrayed by my own BEST friend…"  There was venom in Sheila's voice, and her hand was visibly tightening around the handle of the gun, finger on the trigger, less than two inches from Stacy's face…

 "Please listen to me, PLEASE Sheila," Stacy pleaded in as calm a voice as she could muster, staring straight into Sheila's eyes.  She was pleading for her very life.  The sincerity in her voice made Sheila pause for a moment.

 "I'm listening," said Sheila sternly.

 Stacy took full advantage of this chance to calm Sheila down – and save her own life.  "Sheila you have been my girl, my ace, my best friend, for over 10 years… 10 YEARS!  That's over a decade, Sheila.  I have loved you ALL these years.  Trust when I tell you, I would NEVER INTENTIONALLY do anything to hurt you, never..."

 "You didn't think you were HURTING me by fucking my boyfriend on the damn floor?!"  Sheila said angrily, still pointing the gun at Stacy's face.

 "That's just it Girl, I WASN'T thinking!  The only reason the gun was even OUT was because I was going to kill HIM with it!" said Stacy.  "We were wrestling on the floor for the gun and he fucking KISSED me out of the blue! Shocked the shit out of me…"

 "Yeah I bet!" said Sheila, still extremely angry.  "Fucking liar.."

 "Sheila, I SWEAR to you I am not lying!" said Stacy.  "Sheila, look at me.  You have this gun in my face, and if want you can blow my head off at any moment.  I don't want to die, but all I can do is tell you the truth and hope you listen. You have every reason to want to kill me. I accept that because what I did was wrong, totally wrong, especially to someone I love as much as I love you.  You have no idea how much I love you, Girl.- you really don't..  I would die anyway if I lost your friendship." 

 The sincerity of her plea and pain in Stacy's voice caused Sheila to pause, tears welling up in her eyes, falling slowly down her cheeks again.

 "Go ahead," Sheila said, lowering the gun slightly, but still pointing it in Stacy's face.

 "He came over here looking for you – for YOU!"  Stacy began, a little more at ease, but still looking Sheila dead in the eye. "You left him and he went berserk.  Came over here demanding that you were here, that I tell him where you were, and I started clowning him because you had finally left his ass… then he jumped on me and started to choke the shit outta me.  He was really trying to KILL me!  I got away and went for my gun, and we battled on the floor.  He knocked the gun outta my hands and when he saw I could win that wrestling match, HE KISSED ME!  Threw my game off, and I was harboring so much hate for him, it fucking turned me on… and trust me, it turned him on too.  He started rubbing on my chest and shit, and then he ripped my boxers off and…"

 "STOP!  Stop right there… I believe you," said Sheila, and she finally put the gun down to her side.  She walked over and sat down on the bed, laid the gun on the nightstand, put her head in her hands and cried.  "He always said that all you needed was some dick to straighten you out – and that he was just the one to give it to you!  He was living out his own muthafuckin' little fantasies, the bastard!"  Sheila started crying almost uncontrollably.

 "Why did you leave him?  What did he do to you?"  Stacy asked.

 "The bastard HIT me!" cried Sheila. 

 "What the fuck?" Stacy said, instantly infuriated.  'That muthafuckin' bastard hit MY Baby!  He's gonna pay, and he's gonna pay BIG…'

  "He told me I couldn't see you or talk to you anymore,"  said Sheila.. "I told him he couldn't dictate who my friends are, and that you were my best friend and I'd be DAMNED if anybody told me you couldn't be my friend, that we've been tight for over ten years, and I only knew him for TWO.  Then he said, 'Oh, Yeah?' then he hauled off and slapped the shit outta me.  I just ran out the house, I was so shocked and hurt…"

 Stacy came over and hugged Sheila, and as she finally let loose and cried all over Stacy's undershirt.  Stacy held her friend tight and rocked her in her arms, back and forth, rubbing her back and softly kissing her forehead.  Sheila held tight to her friend, needing her comfort now more than she ever had before. Right then and there, she forgave Stacy for her indiscretion – blaming it all on Jonas. 

 After a long while, Sheila turned her face toward Stacy and they locked eyes for a long moment.  Stacy then softly touched her lips to Sheila's, and gave her a soft, loving kiss, then another.  Stacy then gave her a long, passionate kiss, and Sheila seemed a willing participant in this close exchange of intimacy.

 Stacy pulled her lips away and held her friend close again, rocking her tenderly and hugging her until she fell asleep.

 'Man, her kiss really turns me on', Stacy thought to herself. 'I want her so damn bad, but not like this.  She's hurt and she's straight, so I'm not going to take advantage of her, even though it's my dream come true to have her in my bed with me.  I want her to want me for ME, not because I took advantage of her. Her friendship is more precious to me than that'…

 After she was sure Sheila was asleep, Stacy slipped out of bed and searched through her nightstand drawer for a phone number.  'So he wants to hit on women, huh?  MY Girl?  MY BOO?  Oh, HELL No!  I got something for HIS ass…'

 Finally finding the number, Stacy makes a phone call. "Hey Lennie?  Yeah, this is Stace, how you doin', Man?  Good – hey, is Poppy around?" 


*Long silence on the other end of the phone.*

 "Yo, Poppy?  This is Stace.. how you doin' Man?  Yeah, remember that favor I did for you about a couple of months ago?  You said you owed me... does that offer still stand?  Well, I need a BIG favor, Man…"

 

 COPYRIGHT .2007, RM Green
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