We've been doing this gig for almost a year now. Last week you turned to me with a leer and said, &quot;Babe, look how much money we got. We're rich, bitch!&quot; Your fat hands caressing the dollar bills, much more lovingly, may I add, than you ever touched _me._ And I realized in that moment just how much I hate you. And my plan began to crystallize in my head, taking shape, just waiting for the right moment. *** The last time we did it, it was a Thursday night. Must've been 10 p.m. We stopped at a 7-eleven for some smokes and you looked at me with that crazy look in your eyes and said, &quot;Let's do this.&quot; And I knew then, in that moment, watching the manic expression on your face, your trigger finger twitching, that this would be the last time for me. So I asked you to get a bottle of vodka along with the usual Marlboro's and I spiked your drink with a heavy dose of Valium. It only took you twenty minutes to pass out cold. By midnight I was on I-95, heading into the rest of my life. Clyde-less at last. 2007-10-17T22:14:33Z http://ficlets.com/feed/story/11669 <p>That guy makes <em>me</em> feel slimy. Nice expansion on the original ficlet.</p> http://ficlets.com/stories/11669?basename=18208 2007-10-17T22:14:33Z Batak Beatrix http://ficlets.com/authors/batakbeatrix <p> MWAHAHAHA ! GO BONNIE !</p> http://ficlets.com/stories/11669?basename=18198 2007-10-17T21:56:22Z blueyedwonder http://ficlets.com/authors/blueyedwonder <p>She&#8217;s evil. LoL</p> http://ficlets.com/stories/11669?basename=18191 2007-10-17T21:42:41Z SKermitgorf http://ficlets.com/authors/kermitgorf