One of the greatest days of my life was the day that I died. Before I go on I should explain that a person dies in many ways. Like many others before me, my death came at the hands of a woman. I was a fresh 18 year old, barely out of high school and working at a adult film store. I was content with how my life was going so far, but there was stillmuch I wanted to experience. I didnt plan on my death being an immediate experience. Working at a store that specializes in battery operated lovers gave me a certain kind of apathy, nothing really surprised me. That is until death walked thru the door, and her name was Emiley.
Emiley had come with a group of women, drunken women. They were having a bachelorette party, I could tell from smell alcohol and the lady who wore the bridal headdress. I, being the good employee, greeted them as they stumbled thru the door. Emiley was sober and the only one of the group who acted as if she had any kind of home training. She seemed to be impervious to their drunken foolishness. The other women roam around the store knocking down items and doing very creative things to the merchandise. The term drunk bitches came to mind several times. Emiley looked at me and smiled. That was new, I thought to myself. I wasnt at all use to women showing any kind of interest in me, it still take getting use to even today.
The group was busy looking at adult movies as Emiley came to my counter. So you work here by yourself? she asked. My lips suddenly went numb as I tried to answer. She started to smile more and asked for mynumber. You should come by my house after I drop my girls off, Emiley said. Now something had to be wrong with this girl, no other girl up to this point has ever given me the time of day. Before I could answer a sudden flash of memories ran thru my mind, memories of many heartbreaks, let downs, and set ups. In fact one girl lead me on only to have me beaten up and robbed by members of a gang she was with, it is still joked about on Facebook today. With that in mind I told her that it was pretty late already and I still had to close at two in the morning. She was a little disappointed but she gave her number to me and told me to call. Emiley and the rest of the drunken party left afterwards, they even ended up buying $200 worth of movies, a nice sell for me.
Closing time was finally here and I could already feel the comfort of my bed. A flash of head lights came from the dark park parking lot. Cautiously I locked the doors to the store up. Then a familiar voice came from the source of the head lights. It was her, Emiley, stepping out of the brightly lit SUV. Once I knew who it was, I began to walk towards her, as she in returned began to walk towards me. Without any warning she pulled me close and began to kiss me. You dont even know my name, I said once her tongue was removed from my throat. She pointed to the name tag I forgot I had on. Come on, get in, she said with a look of anxiousness. As I stepped into the vehicle, I noticed a book on her dashboard, Much Ado about Nothing by William Shakespeare. She asked me have I ever read the play. Ostentatiously I quoted one of the lines from the play; I will live in thy heart, die in thy lap, and be buried in thy eyes. Would you like to die tonight, Emiley asked with a smirk. I was slightly confused by the ambiguous question, and I quickly remembered that to die in the quote meant to have a sexual orgasm. Emiley wanted to have sex, and I was very nervous. The last time I went down that road was a year before and that was not my finest moment. She could tell I was nervous by the way my hands were shaking. She told me to relax, and began to move me to the back of the SUV. The seats in the back were down, she had planned ahead. She laid me down and whispered, Die for me. We looked into each other eyes as we became one, and embraced our impending demise. Thank God for tinted windows
Emiley had come with a group of women, drunken women. They were having a bachelorette party, I could tell from smell alcohol and the lady who wore the bridal headdress. I, being the good employee, greeted them as they stumbled thru the door. Emiley was sober and the only one of the group who acted as if she had any kind of home training. She seemed to be impervious to their drunken foolishness. The other women roam around the store knocking down items and doing very creative things to the merchandise. The term drunk bitches came to mind several times. Emiley looked at me and smiled. That was new, I thought to myself. I wasnt at all use to women showing any kind of interest in me, it still take getting use to even today.
The group was busy looking at adult movies as Emiley came to my counter. So you work here by yourself? she asked. My lips suddenly went numb as I tried to answer. She started to smile more and asked for mynumber. You should come by my house after I drop my girls off, Emiley said. Now something had to be wrong with this girl, no other girl up to this point has ever given me the time of day. Before I could answer a sudden flash of memories ran thru my mind, memories of many heartbreaks, let downs, and set ups. In fact one girl lead me on only to have me beaten up and robbed by members of a gang she was with, it is still joked about on Facebook today. With that in mind I told her that it was pretty late already and I still had to close at two in the morning. She was a little disappointed but she gave her number to me and told me to call. Emiley and the rest of the drunken party left afterwards, they even ended up buying $200 worth of movies, a nice sell for me.
Closing time was finally here and I could already feel the comfort of my bed. A flash of head lights came from the dark park parking lot. Cautiously I locked the doors to the store up. Then a familiar voice came from the source of the head lights. It was her, Emiley, stepping out of the brightly lit SUV. Once I knew who it was, I began to walk towards her, as she in returned began to walk towards me. Without any warning she pulled me close and began to kiss me. You dont even know my name, I said once her tongue was removed from my throat. She pointed to the name tag I forgot I had on. Come on, get in, she said with a look of anxiousness. As I stepped into the vehicle, I noticed a book on her dashboard, Much Ado about Nothing by William Shakespeare. She asked me have I ever read the play. Ostentatiously I quoted one of the lines from the play; I will live in thy heart, die in thy lap, and be buried in thy eyes. Would you like to die tonight, Emiley asked with a smirk. I was slightly confused by the ambiguous question, and I quickly remembered that to die in the quote meant to have a sexual orgasm. Emiley wanted to have sex, and I was very nervous. The last time I went down that road was a year before and that was not my finest moment. She could tell I was nervous by the way my hands were shaking. She told me to relax, and began to move me to the back of the SUV. The seats in the back were down, she had planned ahead. She laid me down and whispered, Die for me. We looked into each other eyes as we became one, and embraced our impending demise. Thank God for tinted windows
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