The way it really went down...
"Hey Sue!" laughed Paul, "Some nitwit's put two dunnies in!" he chuckled. Sue sighed and rolled her eyes. "No, One dunnie.... one b'day... it's for..." embarrassment washed over her.
Paul could feel the rage building within him.
He'd felt this before, but never over a woman.
The thought of chopping Sue neatly into stacks raced through his mind as he stood heaving in the sunlight, his massive fists clenched by his sturdy hips.

"Oh, you figure it out." Sue spat dismissively, still smiling from pretty ear to ear.
Paul grimaced and ground his teeth, it would take all his efforts to stop himself lamping the bitch, yet, somehow he managed.
Sue popped a mint into her mouth and breezed out the door with a wave.
Paul felt the anger within his tormented soul, slowly calming.

He sat on the bed and tore off one of his mock alligator skin boots and threw it into the hat stand with a thud.
He stumbled into the bathroom, past the b'day and stared into the mirror.
"Are you just gonna let that fucking sheila bitch speak to you like that mate? after you saved her fucking life at the creek? nah. someone's gonna fucking pay! SOMEONE'S GONNA FUCKING PAY!!"
Paul dashed to the window and opened the sash, he peered out onto the bright Manhattan street below.

The driver was just opening the door for Sue.
Paul couldn't help himself.
"SUE!" he screamed.
Sue looked up expectantly and smiled.

"FOR WASHING YOUR BACKSIDE, RIGHT?" Paul bellowed into the street creating quite a scene.
Sue smiled and jumped into her limo.
She never knew how close she came to the sweet goodnight.
Paul thumped himself in the crotch.
Paul's bulbous groin was a mottled cauldron of wriggling ticks.
(jindodsdadsdogsdead I am not stusut79, Thu 8 Oct 2009, 21:28, 2 replies)

Is this a scene from Almost An Angel?

(Seance Trumpet has got no beef with a man enjoying a croissant, Fri 9 Oct 2009, 8:27, closed)

I don't know who you are, or where you're from...
but you drive me wild.
(TheColonel, Fri 9 Oct 2009, 10:03, closed)