Ann Part 2

God is Ann ever fun to be with; never knowing what she’ll do next keeps me on my toes. One evening as I walk in the apartment, it’s dark, so I call, “Ann…Darling where are you?”

No reply. So I pour myself a glass of scotch, light a cigarette, thinking she must be out, sit, kick my shoes off and start to relax. Soon I get another scotch, and sit, now wondering where Ann could be, so I go and look through the apartment, and as I walk into one of the bedrooms, a black hood is dropped over my head, I’m tripped, fall, catching myself, but flat on the floor. Now knowing someone has her and is going to rob us, and the way Ann looks now, probably rape her. As my hair is yanked hard, and my hands tied behind my back, my legs tied also, so I tell whoever, “Please take whatever you want, leave my wife alone please, she is my life…please I’m pleading with you, don’t hurt my precious Ann.”

Then I hear sniffling…and it’s Ann, so I start again, “Ple…”

Then her voice, “Oh…damn you Lee, I had a cute little playful act put together, and you spoiled it, because all you could think of is me.”

Untying me and removing the hood she smoothers my lips with hers, crying softly, until she asks, “You honestly didn’t think of anything but me, not yourself, your money, jewelry, mine, nothing…only my welfare…ooohhh…Leon how adorably, perfectly unselfish of you…now I feel so bad, for what I was thinking of doing to you.”

“Please baby don’t cry, I’m sure whatever it is, we’ll enjoy it, now fix your face, and let’s go to dinner, somewhere very nice.”

“You referred to me as your wife, why did you?”

“In my mind that’s who you are. Do we need a piece of paper telling us how deeply we love one another? All I need is what you have given me, but what were you going to do to me?”