One of the tasks in our Egos At he Door session yesterday was to imagine my new love had asked me to murder and, in first person, I was to describe my character’s reaction. I chose a mafiosa type as my character…
She’d aksed me at the perfect time.
What man can refuse any request, when post-coital juices mix with a brain cocktail of chemicals and hormones so powerful that they could knock out a psychopathic bull elephant on the charge.
Yet, even I had to think twice after breakfast.
Murder wasn’t as easy as just putting out the cat, after all.
Sure, in my line of work, I’d closed a few accounts, but this was Melanie’s own mother. And I kind-a liked her. She had a good figure for an older girl. Her bee-hind was what the guys called chomp-able. It was one of the reasons why I chose Melanie. Like my old man used to say: check out the old girl first boy. If she’s a pig; get the hell outta there.
And don’t get me started on her bre…
‘You’ll do it then?’ She purred into my ears; her hot breath still asking for a second showing of our previous play.
‘Hey, how much money are we saying, here?’ I asked.
I knew the mother was rich, having been left a chunk after Daddy had shuffled off, but if it was under a hundred dollars, Melanie could forget about it.
‘Over a million.’
‘Why don’t you just aks her for a slice?’
‘She says I’ll get some, but I have to be married.’
‘So, where does that leave me? You saying I’m unmarriable, or summat?!’
‘No, no,’ she backtracked. ‘I just didn’t want to tie you down, honey.’
‘Though, you’re willing to tie me to twenty-five to life?’
‘No. You know how to do these things. You can make it look like suicide, or something.’
So, a plan was hatched. Well, two actually. I liked this girl, don’t get me wrong, but since hitting the big time and getting made, I loved money more.
The first plan was to whack the old girl and send her on a long vacation.
The second was to have an affair with the mother, tell her what her daughter was planning, whack the daughter and live the high life.
Forget about it, it’s much easier to get rid of a pauper than a rich well-known broad.
I went with the second and it ain’t too shabby.