'You Got A Lighter?' :Part Three:

'You Got A Lighter?' :Part Three:

Your wife, Dmitri, believe it or not, she knew what she was doing was wrong. But that didn't stop her from doing it. Never stops anybody. Not in her situation. And never will, you made her feel this way. Waiting in her office, she waited for her prop. She was calm about it, and she knew it would make you think twice about what you were doing. She knew all about it the second month into it. Sad isn't it? Her prop wasn't yet off his shift, so still waiting she decided to freshen up a bit. Sticking her hip out, she rested her hand on the other, fixing her posture into a sexy pose, patiently waiting. Sooner or later she knew she'd satisfy her 'customer'.

When? That was the question.. Swiftly, she made her way down the hall, out of her office. Finally, she watched as her prop closed his shift box, smiling at him as they made their way to his Silver Impala. They negotiated on the way. Setting things up right. Fore-playing, the sensation getting to him. She hopped in, driving herself to her death. The car smelled fresh to her, the driver looking well over thirty-two or so. Just the way she liked it. He told her to call him 'Jeff... Jeff Forman'. Shifting in the seat, she pulled her work skirt down, removing her buttoned up jacket, fixing her V shirted top.

Exposing what was once yours to another man. Crossing her bare legs, 'Jeff' passed her a smile, running his hands down her legs. Cleverly seducing her. The ride began to get tense, inside she began to wonder. Asking for forgiveness. Something she knew she would never get from you. But on the outside, she licked her pink lips, blowing Jeff a kiss. He ran his hand up her pale leg again, coming to a familiar turn. She wanted to push him away, but her body allowed him to seduce her. And boy, was she a pretender. She pretended to want him as he slowly pulled into an allow. But she never pretended to love you, Dmitri. Stopping in the dark ally, she prepared herself deep inside.

Closing her eyes, she allowed him to so what she felt plenty of times, Dmitri! With you... And as she allowed such things to take place, she could only think of one being. And one being only. You, Dmitri.. She did this because of you! And you just had to be the one to see it all, right?... You stood against that back fence, smoking a cigarette, resting your nerves from what you just 'accomplished' from your boss. Yeah, you were having an affair of your own at the time..

This all seemed too well planned, Dmitri... And now... now it is all coming back to you, son. You watched another man make love to your wife, while you were standing back in shock. Rage building up. You also watched her get out of the car, and you watched as she waved goodbye. What was she doing over here? Then you notcied as she saw you.. because she was walking towards your bosses house. And you confronted her! Making the scene of a lifetime, she threatened your career... Everything you ever worked for, and boy, you couldn't have that! You knew she had the evidence to do it, you knew it good and well.. So then you killed her. And before you did, you beat her. Until you realized what you had done. There was no turning back.

You sat back, looking at her half-way-dead-beaten-body. You walked into your bosses house, and you asked her: 'You got a lighter?'. You needed to burn all the evidence....and burn she did, taking all the evidence with her.. Staring at the flames you began to think of ways to set Jeff up, your boss's husband...

No.. you don't belong in this world, Dmitri... Can you smell the gas, Dmitri? There isn't anywhere to run... Can you smell death?

Can I ask you just one question?

You got a lighter?

What comes around goes around, Dmitri. Now I can sit back; and watch you burn.

See you later,
Jeff Forman