Noir VII

I made hamburgers and we each killed a bottle. We went to bed early and screwed like rabbits for a couple hours.

This is one of the best days of my life, I said. I enjoyed it too. I'm picking up my money in the morning and going to Arizona. Do you want to come along? She asked. Why not? I said.

I woke up with a well-deserved headache. A man was sitting in a chair with a shotgun across his lap. Did you sleep good? He asked. Who are you? I asked. He laughed. Who am I? Who the fuck are you?

I didn't know what to say so I didn't say anything. I asked you a question.

I think I'm kind of your wife's boyfriend, I said. I'm not married asshole. Baby! he yelled. A girl walked into the room. Tie this dickhead up and call the cops.