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Before She Knew It

Brandy Combs

    She slid her key into the door. His hand rested on her hip. She forced a smile, flinging her hair into his chubby face. “Hurry up, little lady, I need to use the shitter. That chili is burning a hole in my ass,” Carl said, grinning sideways.
    Today his name was Carl. He’s short, round, and smelled of bologna.
    She cringed at the thought of him shitting in her bathroom. The bathroom was located left to the entryway. “There you go, darling. It’s all yours,” she said, pointing in the direction of the bathroom.
    She had been lucky enough to score a motel room with a privacy porch. For a kitchen, she had a small microwave and mini fridge. The hotplate she had to buy herself. Not that she ate much of anything.
    She walked to the mini bar, grabbing a bottle of whiskey.
    “Hey there, lil lady, are you ready for some of Big Carl?” he said, exiting the bathroom.
    “Out here, honey, on the porch. I have a whiskey for you,” she said, clenching her teeth.
    Carl came into view. His large frame took up the doorframe. His shirt hung open giving way to a too large belly and a mountain of chest hair. April jiggled the glass. “All right, lil lady, all right, let’s have us a few drinks first,” he said.
    He squeezed through the porch door and plopped himself down on the too small patio chair.
    April gulped her whiskey. No need to waste time. The faster I get this done, the faster I can move on with my day. She poured herself another shot and topped off Carl’s.
     “Whoa, there, lil lady. “Are you trying to get me drunk and take advantage of me?” he said, laughing.
    She smiled and winked. “I’d never do any such thing, darling. I just want us to have a little chit chat and get better acquainted.”
    “So what do you do for a living?” she asked.
    “I run a oil rig outside of Tulsa,” Carl said.
    “I run the damn thing with a iron fist,” He said, smirking.
    “Do you run your women with an iron fist as well?” April asked.
    “Yes I do” Carl said.
    “Is that so?” April asked.
    “Only if they get out out of line,” he said.
    “I hate when women think their better than me, so I have to show then whose the boss sometimes gotta smack them a bit. He said.
     Standing up, she walked up behind Carl. “Want a little massage darling?” she asked. The syringe pierced his flesh and she pumped the drugs into him. Within seconds, he fell to the ground.
    “Why did you do this me? You crazy bitch.” Carl said.
    She bent over him looking at his limp body. “It’s times like this darling I bet you wished you didn’t pay women for sex,” she said. His eyes stared up at her.



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