Monday, September 5, 2016


Hank saw Sheila as she made her way down the beach to his side. He stopped in his tracks to admire the view. A smile crossed his face.
"Hi handsome, can I join you?"
He pulled her close and kissed her deeply.
Sheila put everything she had into that kiss, but the muzzle of a cold nose distracted her.
"Sorry, Duke got away from me," Bill said while fighting for breath and trying to reign in his black lab as Hank and Sheila stepped apart.
Hank, scowled, shook his head, and took off for the ocean. He left Sheila standing with Bill.
"Hey, I'm sorry about that. You didn't tell me you had a boyfriend."
"And you shouldn't have gotten me drunk!"
"Hey, no one was drunk!" He yelled to her back as she ran to catch up with Hank.
The damage done, Hank swam almost a mile from shore. Sheila wasn't as skilled as he was and stayed behind. Her gaze moved from one man to the other. "Damn it; just go away," she bellowed as she watched Bill trudge to his cabin. An idea began forming in her mind on how to win back her man and rid herself of a mistake that wouldn't just go away.
After their exercise on the beach, Hank and Sheila showered and dressed for a trip to town. Hank was in a better mood, but Sheila knew he was still hurt by her betrayal. She suggested they buy the supplies for dinner and that she'd do all the cooking. They returned to the cabin, and Hank excused himself to the guest room, to attend to business. Sheila started her preparations for dinner but realized that she'd forgotten a key ingredient.
She asked Hank for the keys to the car, but he insisted on going so she could continue to finish her preparations. It was just what Sheila wanted. As Hank drove away, she saw Bill on the beach and waved. He waved back and soon was standing at the back door. He tied Duke to the porch rail and followed Sheila into the house.
"I thought you were pissed at me," he said clearly surprised by her invitation.
"I am, but I don't hold grudges." She kissed him with passion as proof. "I'm really horny and Hank's punishing me." She took him by the hand and led him to the bedroom.
They made love, this time, it was rough sex. Sheila insisted. She wanted to be tied up and gave him the rope. Shocked but pleased, Bill did as she asked, intrigued by her hunger and thrilled with the kinkiness of it. Bruising occurred, but Sheila insisted, "The rougher, the better!"
When it was over, Bill hurried to dress. He knew Hank's trip to town wouldn't take long, but Sheila was one hot woman. He'd just put his t-shirt on, and was pulling up his pants when Sheila fired the gun. He fell face down on the bed, blood spreading quickly across the crumpled white bedspread.
Sheila immediately tore her blouse, ripped her underwear, and messed up the room a bit. She removed Bill's pants, then hit herself in the eye and cheek with a thick hardcover book. She did such a good job she fell to her knees almost blacking out. Blood poured from the cut on her mouth that she caused. Rubbing some of it on the inside of her thighs to help give witness to the roughness of the sex, she positioned herself on the floor just inches from Bill's body and the gun.

Just minutes later Hank returned to find Sheila barely conscious and Bill dead. 

Yolanda Renee © 2016
605 words

Oh dear, she just couldn't stop herself. 
Sheila's killed again. This time with a gun. 
Will Hank be able to forgive that?

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