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05/22/10(Sat)18:38:41 No.9071281Susan
was a strange young lady. She lived a very desolate life, and
always
seemed to possess a certain strange quality of deceit. She lived
outside
of town in a relatively large house, all alone.
On a cold, damp
spring day when the sun had completely set, Susan
lit a candle beside
her bed and prepared to go to sleep. She heard a popping
noise from
upstairs (she slept in the basement most of the time) and went to
investigate
its source. Upon arriving at the top of the staircase she
noticed
that the back door was cracked open a few inches. She made no effort
to
return to the basement, but proceeded to scope out the upstairs rooms.
She
walked into the bathroom and clicked on the light, and found a large
burly
man standing in the corner. He was holding a .44 with a rather long
barrel,
which was pointed directly at Susan. "Alright bitch, let's go back
downstairs."
Susan was a little hesitant, but with a nudge from the cold
steel
barrel she hastened to the stairwell. They arrived at the foot of the
stairs,
and the burglar ordered Susan to place all her money and valuables
in
a paper sack, which he took from his trenchcoat and shoved into her
hands.
Susan did not wait; she went over a chest of drawers and
removed a small
box. In it was a thick roll of bills, which she
dropped into the sack. She
told the criminal that this was the only
thing of value she kept in the
basement. The criminal disagreed. "You
haven't given me everything. Lay down
on the bed over there." Susan
did so. "Now take off your clothes. Slowly
now. I want to see what
I'm up against." Susan did so, although this time
she seemed very
hesitant. A fire was welling up in her eyes, although it
went
unnoticed by the criminal. |
