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"Hello?", the voice said sleepily.
"Hello Anita, it's Adam ...it's done ...I'll be there in about an hour."
"Okay, I'll be waiting. I hope we have some time to kill 'cause I need a good screw real bad."
"Sure thing." Adam said, "I'll give you a real good screw."
As he thought about it Adam felt a slight stir in his groin. He felt that he was the best lover
Anita had ever had. He really wasn't that good in bed but his inflated ego told him that he was. The
reason for this was because Anita liked sex a lot. Some might even describe her as a nymphomaniac.
Anita was the type of woman that would go out with men with inflated egos just because they could
get erections easily. Thus she could envelop him and that would be enough to satisfy her.
But back to the story. Adam ran upstairs and got the denim jacket that had fallen on him earlier.
This jacket smelled a little better than his sneakers, but it still emitted an odor that was peculiar
enough to make one wish that her or his olfactory system were inoperative. Of course Adam didn't
mind the smell -- he thought that his jacket was fine. So he put it on, got his car keys, went back
downstairs, out the door and ran over to his burnt-orange VW Bug. After a few tries and the use of
some profane language, the car stared and Adam was on his way.
It was a rather clear night. The stars looked as if one could pick them out of the sky. A full
moon was even present and Adam thought that tonight was the beginning of the rest of his life as a
happy man. As he was driving along Route 70, amidst the looming oak trees and darkness, he didn't
think about much. He wasn't upset over the fact that he had murdered his wife. Instead, he just tried
to relax and let the night air soothe his passion until he arrived at Anita's. But he couldn't relax
because all he could think about was Anita and the interesting way she could manipulate her tongue.
Just thinking about Anita and her antics made him more anxious so he thrust his foot on the accelerator.
An hour later Adam pulled into Anita's driveway. He got out of the car and walked toward the
house. As he approached the house Adam noticed that a light in Anita's bedroom was on and a
mischievous smile took over his face. He ran to the porch, rang the bell and waited to see Anita
dressed in something wild and erotic. When the door opened it wasn't Anita's figure, with all of the
subtle curves, that he saw. It was his wife Maria! She looked just as she did when he had buried her
with one exception. And this was a major exception indeed because it caused Adam grave concern.
You see the difference between Maria now, and the time that Adam had buried her, was that she was
holding a large knife! Before Adam could realize what was happening, Maria brought that knife down
striking Adam again, again and again.

Michael A. Lewis '87

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