Can it be that it was all so simple then?
The wind-up. The pitch!
You dip to the right thinking youre in the clear. She tracks you and pitches a trophy, not where you were, but where you were going.
BANG! Stars and Stripes is the only way to describe the explosion of color you see as a heavy weighted trophy smashes into your forehead. You hit the floor like a sack of potatoes staring at the cracks in the ceiling.
Your woman stands over you in her bathrobe, long legs disappearing into the dark and the smirk of a cold blooded killer.
YOU FUCKER! YOU THINK ITS THAT EASY TO GET BACK IN HERE AFTER WHAT YOU JUST DID!?
Her once beautiful faces distorts into a demonic sneer. Her tan skin blackening and blending into the darkening room. You are blacking out.
"Baby? BABY? BABY!!..."
The louder she yells, the more distant the sound. Youre not just blacking out...youre dying.
"Baby im so sorry but you know youre not faster than me!" You look to your left and see her co-ed baseball championship trophy lying next to your head soaked in your blood.
"Damn baby, you havent lost your fastball..." you mutter as you begin to lose consciousness.
She collapses on top of you, stroking your hair sobbing uncontrollably. The last thing you see is a great top shot of her tits through her robe. If youve got to go, at least go out with a decent view.
YOU ARE DEAD
You dip to the right thinking youre in the clear. She tracks you and pitches a trophy, not where you were, but where you were going.
BANG! Stars and Stripes is the only way to describe the explosion of color you see as a heavy weighted trophy smashes into your forehead. You hit the floor like a sack of potatoes staring at the cracks in the ceiling.
Your woman stands over you in her bathrobe, long legs disappearing into the dark and the smirk of a cold blooded killer.
YOU FUCKER! YOU THINK ITS THAT EASY TO GET BACK IN HERE AFTER WHAT YOU JUST DID!?
Her once beautiful faces distorts into a demonic sneer. Her tan skin blackening and blending into the darkening room. You are blacking out.
"Baby? BABY? BABY!!..."
The louder she yells, the more distant the sound. Youre not just blacking out...youre dying.
"Baby im so sorry but you know youre not faster than me!" You look to your left and see her co-ed baseball championship trophy lying next to your head soaked in your blood.
"Damn baby, you havent lost your fastball..." you mutter as you begin to lose consciousness.
She collapses on top of you, stroking your hair sobbing uncontrollably. The last thing you see is a great top shot of her tits through her robe. If youve got to go, at least go out with a decent view.
YOU ARE DEAD
