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♪Purple rain, purple rain…♪
Tammy swayed to the music, oblivious to the stares coming from the dark stranger making his way toward her. “Can I buy you a drink?” Tammy declined, still floating to the music. “One feels like ten and the morning feels like hell.” “Can I at least have a dance then?” Tammy sashayed closer to him, which he took as a yes. Their bodies moved in rhythmic harmony with their lips quickly following. “Let’s go out back,” Tammy cooed. “I’m right behind you.” He pinned her body against the wall as their lips resumed their lustful dance, neither caring about the stench of the garbage next to them. “You sure are a spitfire, Tammy.” Hearing her name was enough to sober Tammy. “How do you know my name?” He flashed a mischievous grin, “Your husband. And since we’re on a first name basis, you can call me Chuck.” “I don’t understand…” “You see,” Chuck began as he wiped his mouth, “your husband hired me to follow you, and now I have all the proof I need of your cheating ways.” Tammy remained dumbstruck as Chuck sauntered away, her only thought being that her lavish lifestyle was over. “You know…” Chuck started, “things don’t have to end like this. I’ve always been able to recognize opportunity when I see it.” Tammy knew his kind. “So, how much will it cost me?” “Half!” Chuck could see the puzzled look on her face. “Ben is an old man, with lots of money. What if...something tragic were to happen to him?” Tammy recognized opportunity when she saw it as well and figured getting half of Ben’s money was better than getting none at all. “What do you have in mind?” “Tsk tsk!” Chuck chided. “Ben said you would take the bait.” Word count: 300
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