Intrigued, Nick walked in. Immediately he noticed the smashed counter with dried blood sprayed across the wall behind it. Looking past the counter, he...saw the sliced up body laying on the floor. It appeared as though it had been sliced and stabbed repeatedly, one leg and both arms barely hanging on to the torso. The blood, by now brown, covered the corpse’s shreds of clothing and flesh. Nick felt himself getting sick again. ‘What the hell is going on?!’ Remembering why he had entered this. What if I ask you to do something, knowing I really want it, and it ruins the perfection of “us”? Sensing my mind turning you swing slowly to the edge of the bed and dangle your feet over the side. Your fingertip touches to the edge of your mouth to collect the stray lipstick at the corner of your mouth from those lush heated kittenkisses you'd been craving . And you whisper to me in that submissive perfection.... “Anything baby. Anything.... you know that.” Your eyes lower slightly in that. ‘Monica, I didn’t pay off the loan.’ Honesty is painful sometimes. ‘Oh.’ Monica paused for a second. ‘One moment please.’ Back to the background music. Betty looked over at me. She knew something of my money problems. The half conversation intrigued her. I covered the receiver with my hand. ‘They say my mortgage is paid off,’ I told Betty quietly. ‘And you’re arguing?’ Betty returned. I shrugged my shoulders and nodded. Betty laughed. ‘Honesty is not always the best policy.’ I smiled at her. “You crazy,” Trionna laughed, “let’s get outta here,”The bar was somewhat packed for it to only be 7 PM, Diana and Trionna took their usual seats at the front bar.“Well hello ladies!” greeted Markus the bartender, “What can I get ya’ll today? The usual?”“Sure why not!” Diana said.“Yeah but I want to try something….new,” Trionna stated.“Like what?” Diana asked.“What would you suggest Markus?” Markus grinned a little, “Well….” He started, “I’ve kind of been experimenting with some.