Blind Fury

It was an autumn evening in Chicago. Along an ambiguous side street on The North Side. The grey sky quickly fading to black. People shuffled fromthe el station, hurrying to get home. A derilict man accosted people for pity as they past. Ignored, as they all seemed to escape each others' attention. Though there was one, that attracted the glances of others as he emerged fromt he conglomeration of drones. he was fair skinned, with long dark hair, heavy brows knitted together in thoughts more apparently more profound than getting home. Very unlike his company of strangers. His deep set eyes were simultaneously puzzled, and angry. A hand in his the left pocket of his very expensive looking black wool overcoat. The other hand gripped a brown paper bag which he clenched frequently. He stepped stridently, with a sense of purpose. Rapidly his patent leather wingtips flashed brightly as htey clicked reflecting the dim street lights. If anyoe were to get close enough, they would be able to hear him grinding his teeth.
"I should just call her," he thought, "but then she would know somehing was wrong. she might calm me down, but damn it! I can't see how her voice could do anything but send me into a fury without a notioin to come back... Am i sweating, it's to cold out to be perspiring... My nerves are a wreck, i'm gonna have a breakdown if this goes on much longer. Fifteen thousand dollars! That's too many goddamn clams to spend on a person, i don't care who she is or how i feel about her!"
His gait slowed for a moment as if decellerating, then gradually he resumed the warpath that he was on. "It's not that i don't love her," He rationalized, "I have been patient and kind and caring. She gets whatever she wants." His pupils narrowed to pinholes. "But i have needs too and i am gonna collect. Yea, collect." Images of sex ornate, and unadulterated yet very adult lust filled his head as his pace quicked. His leather soles clicked hard on the pavement, but his overall movemetn was graceful and catlike.

Something began to interfere with his pornographic thoughts, it was the number Fiteen thousand... "She better be good for Fifteen Thousand, i could have had a party with at least a hundred hookers for that much!" Not that this was first hand knowledge for him. "What the hell, John and Diane get it on at least twice a week, Joan and Scott three or four times a day. What's the big hang-up anyway? Fifteen thousand divided by fifty-six weeks equals... Two-hundred and Sixty-seven, Eighty-five a week. I am so stupid! Let's see, multiply that by four, Dammit! i've been giving her over a grand a month for more than a year. She is gonna pay me back now, plain and simple- i deserve it. I have given her enough, and i don't care if she is waiting for some damn wedding ring. She won't get that unless she can put out!" He paused for a moment to reevaluate his objective, and whether or not it was a little deranged. "Nah, I'm a man, she's a woman. I did my part, now it's her turn! I'm running out of money! If i don't get it now, after giving her everything she wanted, i am definitely not getting anything if i am broke. I gotta get it, and soon."

He quickly turned a corner, to the left and began walking north. His thoughts were preoccupied with the fact that he is paying off his credit cards at three hundred plus dollars a month, each. His checkbook was a who's who of finer retail establishments. Hs pace hastened, inside his mind a trigger was sprung with an audible snap. He turned left and entered a doorway, up a flight of stairs, he knew this building to be almost as familiar as his own. A turn to the right he was almost running. Fury had built a fire of lust in him and it was out of control. He was on the virge of taking what he wanted unconditionally. He found her apartment door, he removed a large handgun from the brown paper bag. Violently swinging his shoulder into the door it opened with a loud slam... "Show me some tit, Bitch!" He shouted, then paused in silent confusion over what he saw... Two naked bodies, entertwined on the plush sofa that he bought her. Tow very suprised, blank sets of blue eyes looked shocked by him indeed. She was doing her room mate all along... This was enough to bring him to tears. "What the hell is going on here?"

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