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Chapter 1

For a whole fking year I hear nothing

She flies out of Heathroith her oes stone cold That still shocks me The ease hich a woarment, and simply disappear, become totally invisible Without the powerful tentacles of a central bank in that country I have no way of tracking her financially either The only connection left was the Swiss bank account, but that registered no activity, until recently, when the account was emptied and closed on the same day

Then there was nothing left of her, but ined possible

So when I didn’t yet hate her, I used to io there My dreams were romantic then Telescoped without reality or reason we traveled in slowsun, sharing a ca between us Inof the camel, perfect Her, perfect Us, perfect

And then I would wake up and feel like shit

In the day I throw ht scene looking for the sa anyone who crawls into the underbelly of cities finds—ers But nothing would fill the void or the terrible longing for her

I wanted us on one camel

Infantasy, she comes to my office, talks her away around Laura, and opens my door I a, a slut Dressed as I had found her that first night we met, she comes around the desk, swipes allme With one shoe she pushes ether, the way a girl who has been to finishing school is supposed to get out of a car, and pushes her butt deeper into the desk I look at her Her gaze is greedy, the way I know her eyes can be She leans back so that both the palms of her hands are on the desk behind her, and spreads her legs wide open My eyes slip down There it is Open: running with sweet juices

‘Get your ood suck’

But it is absolutely true what the philosophers say: love and hate are just two ends of the sa You love someone, they lie to you, and you love them less; then they cheat on you, and you love the until you hate the

I hate that woman, that is as obvious as hell to o She cheated ht me to my knees No one has ever done that Ever If I do not punish her… Betrayal then, forever I will knowI must have my pound of flesh

Then three days ago a little light on my computer screen flashed For a ain in my veins and ain

‘Gotcha’

I hear footsteps approaching in the corridor and ain is so uncontrollably strong that it startles uts Ietting what I am owed I lay my palms flat on the desk I want to be cold and controlled I don’t want the bitch to have the satisfaction of knowing that she has affected me at all The footsteps pause outside the door I take a deep breath She is nothing, I tell myself She just wanted to count my money

My face beco mask

I cease hts

A brief knock, and the door opens

And… All the ugly words that had kept er, bitch—becole one She er, but she is er

Fuck, already I aly suit she’s wearing, pop her on the table and fk her until she screams That’s the second part of the fantasy

She walked in with a s That hurt Obviously, she has not suffered as I have Fortunately for her, the s Dies on contact with s open That’s et back what he is owed You forgot—nobody cheats Papa While she is doing a better than average ioldfish, I study her How thin she has beco-African-children thin Nobody should be that thin