This Is Really Bad

Posted: October 7, 2008 in Uncategorized

“Oh my god…”
Sharon’s mouth was set in an almost comic “O” shaped expression of horror as she stood stock still in the doorway, her hand still glued to the brass door knob. Beyond the door way was a bed, and in that bed was her fiancée.
Also in that bed was Jason, Sharon’s brother. Sharon was a little shocked, to say the least.
“Sharon!” Her fiancée was scrambling to get out of the bed, tangled up in the sheets and wading about in a sea of multicolored condoms and dildos. He struggled to get his pants on as he wracked his mind for a way to explain.
“It’s not…not what it looks like! I swear!” Jason was smoking a cigarette, regarding Sharon’s horror and her fiancée’s fumbling with some degree of amusement. He leaned forward and ran a casual hand down the fiancée’s back. He took the cigarette and carefully extinguished it on his illicit lover’s lower back.
Despite himself, the fiancée moaned in a fashion that Sharon had never before heard in their tentative few sessions of lovemaking. She stumbled back, out into the hallway and slumped against the wall, sobs wracking her body.
The fiancée stumbled out, mouth open and at a loss for words. “I…I…I’m so sorry, it’s just I have these needs, and you don’t always–”
Sharon cut him off with a quick punch to his crotch, and he doubled over, falling to the ground and groaning in real pain.
Sharon stared straight ahead, eyes distant and glassy as she pondered the future. She sighed and took out a cigarette, lighting it and taking a drag.
“Your mom’s dead,” she said tonelessly. “Heart attack.”

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