Chapter 5
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| Warm sunlight poured through April's window bathing her in the morning sun. She was still asleep. Mike stood in the doorway to their bedroom and watched her sleeping. "She looks so peacful laying there, how can i wake her up?" he thought to himself "but i have to, today is a big day". Mike walked over and sat on the edge of their bed, he leaned over and kissed her gently "wake up my sweet" he wispered softly "mmmm, what a nice why to be woken up" she mumbled "its already time to get up? Can't we sleep for a bit longer?" April said pulling Mike down onto the bed. "No we have to get going, today is a big day." "Oh alright". "You go ahead and shower and get dressed and i'll start breakfest" "Ok". April walked in to the kitchen behind Mike and put her arms around his waist resting her head on his back. "Is there anything i can do to help?" "No no, I wanna make you breakfest, it won't be ready for a bit, why don't you go ahead and pack out stuff?" "sure thing sweetie" Mike turned around and kissed April. April was humming happily to herself as she pulled the suitcases out of the closet. "Today is tgoing to be great" she thought. April began packing everything they would need for the next few days. Then she pulled out a beautiful white dress, short, sleevless, and backless it was the perfect dress. April carefull placed it in the suitcase. "Breakfest is ready hon" Mike called from the kitchen. "Be right down" After eating they put the suitcases in the car. "You remember everything?" "Y'The in the name of fuck could that be!!!!' Mike yelled suddenly irate. 'WHY THE FUCK DOES EVERYBODY HATE ME!!!!!!!!!' he suddenly crumpled and fell to the floor, knocking a bowl of peaches onto the ground. He picked up one of the fallen peaches. The knock came again. Gibson, up until now completely absorbed in the tartan curtains, turned around to look at the retched Mike. she knelt down and said : 'what you wan flom me-ah?' She proceeded to clutch Mike's crotch, with the wisdom and maturity the years had given her. Mike's spirit quickly rose as Gibson's rythmic squeezing soothed his troubled soul. There came another knock, this time it was more angry, more ravenged! As Mike stood up to answer it, he felt a gun point in his back. 'Gibson, No!' | |
| Mike turned to see Gibon's finger begin to squeeze the trigger, but in that instance, another writer picked up the thread of the story and altered the laws of physicswhile he was at it. As the hammer came own on the back of the bullet, there was a plop, and the bullet rolled out of the barrel and onto the floor. Gibson stared at it and swore - first in Chinese, then in English, then in Urdu, then finally in an Old Low Norse dialect, but it didn't help. She looked up in time to see Mike's fist barrelling towards her retrousse nose.... | |
| and she screamed"Oh, shit! Fuck you!" and ran out of the room to swear some more. She felt a little sexy now, so she threw off her clothes and put them in the laundry room and walked balk to Mike | |
| Mike suddenly realised she was none other than his arch nemesis, Shirley Lollipop! 'Oh you dastardly woman!!!' | |
| You're wearing my shirt, you have my shoes, but I see beneath this mask--you are you! | |
| But what the hell is that green blouse doing on with those blue earings?!?! | |
| You know this, I've said it a thousand times: blue and orange only on Tuesdays! | |
| But I don't care about the anal paints I just want to have dirty, brutal sex with my best friends girlfriend. | |
| "Sorry!" She said, "I have no clue where that came from." | |
| "Look, baby," he said. "You don't wanna know, trust me." | |
| "No, I don't. And I don't care. So just take your silly ideas and stick them where the sun don't shine." | |
| Isn't that the place over in Arizona, the Grand Canyon or something? | |
| I knew we shouldn't have come here harry. I mean, i have someones ideas all over my new suede shoes!!! And i thought the Grand canyon had sunshine...it's all dark in here! AAAARRRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!! |
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