The Perfect Execution (short story)

The Perfect Execution

BS

What started as a friendly compliment turned into a love fest, at least on my part. The first time we spoke, it was melancholic; she was something different, something so unique; she was way older. But I was game. I wanted to explore. I wanted to be with her. I would have done anything to be with her. I didn’t spit game; I expressed true feelings and emotions. On my end, it was true. The long night phone calls, the distance between us, the constant rumors, we seemed to have put up with it all. (2003)

Our first encounter, it was crazy. We did what we had to do, we talked about everything and how we wanted things to be. True that I was younger yet I held my own. My sex game was on point. Five, six, seven orgasms were nothing. I could lay the pipe like any construction man. Her canals were filled; her sexual life was never quite as exciting because my sex game was hot. (2004)

Emergency flights were nothing…Missing work was nothing…I was game. I loved the woman. I loved her being. But I was afraid of her; afraid that she was not always sincere with me. It started with “brother man said this to mother man, and she isn’t too happy with the situation”. Bullshit and you know it. No one will ever tell me what’s good for me. If you wanted what you said you wanted then mother man’s opinion wouldn’t have mattered. (2004)

Truth be told…You carried out the perfect plan. You are victorious. I lost you win. The spotlight is all yours. The attention that you so crave, well, you got it.

You thought it, you planned it, you manipulated your way, and you got the results you so desire.

The Perfect Execution is a fictitious short story written by me, it’ll be out soon. (The past revisited). Commemorating a disastrous event…



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