sometimes quick and dirty is all there is...

and so it was. a little gun-shy, and yet nonetheless full of beans, he trampled forth towards his nemesis...oh, how the cold steel numbed his palms...the nervous, beating in his chest producing an anxious dew across his skin. thankfully, he acknowledged the thin rubber grip that kept his weapon firmly in hand. it was really only the shaking that concerned him. his enemy was down. Just one sure, clean stroke required to end this.

he raised his arm and began to squeeze on the trigger.

"WAIT!!!" she screamed as she pushed through the door, the tears streaming loudly in her shrill cries. It was too late to stop the shot, the bullet piercing the plaster across the hall, but enough to further unsteady the unsteady hand....

He fell on his knees and wept. His nemesis would return. he would fail, like a hundred times before, to kill the boy that haunts his soul.

"you!" his face twisted in rage, boiling like the puss of a teenager's infected pimply nose. with a sharp tug, he yanked her arm and pushed her into the floor...pressing her face into the dull bristles of the carpet, he swiveled behind.

"YOU!" he quickly reached up her tight blouse and nudging his thumbs underneath her nipples squeezed them tightly between his forefinger and thumb. he could see it hurt and relaxed a bit before deftly extracting and shoving his manhood in deeply from behind. with every thrust emitted a faint squeal as his fingers flattened her, now, blood red nipples with his fingers to the ungainly rhythm of his dirty, angry dance...

"i never kill him...i'll NEVER KILL HIM!!!" he shot his load quickly and pushed her over. looking in disbelief, it was all he could do to stand and calmly walk to the door.

she curled up, a frightened kitten, tears of relief and pain stirring out of each delicate eye. "why?" she wimpered, “why this?”

"Because...sometimes quick and dirty is all there is."

And he walked out the door.