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February Sucks For Mark 750 Words

February Sucks For Mark 750 Words

by gata_wolf_84
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Paul and Irma are the poster children for the head cheerleader and the school valedictorian getting married. They fell in love in high school and remained a couple throughout college. He was your typical nerd 5'10" 150lbs, thick glasses, and now with a receding hairline. She was true fantasy head cheerleader material: blonde hair, blue eyes, big tits, nice ass, the whole package. The only problem was Irma only had eyes for Paul.

She would be lying if she said she never fantasized about other men, and Irma was not a liar. But in all the time that they had been together before and in the 15 years that they have been married. She had never once thought of cheating on her husband, Paul.

Paul had a good job until his side work started taking off. Now he mostly works from home but he does get to travel all over the world a few times a year. He makes more than enough money now and Irma does not have to work. She volunteers for charities and is an active member of the country club. She even traveled with him when he had to travel for work if their schedules allowed.

They were both still in great physical shape as they both spent hours in their home gym every week. Even at 38 Irma was still a complete knockout. That was probably why Mark zeroed in on her when he entered the country club. Mark had a habit of picking the most beautiful married woman and taking her home for the night of unparalleled sex.

She was truly flattered to be picked out by Mark and she enjoyed dancing and talking with him. After about 30 minutes of talking, he started to usher her out of the building. Using his bodyguards to keep the husband in line. It was time for Irma to make her move.

"It is really a bad thing that you picked me out tonight," stated Irma. "Do you know what my husband does for a living?" Shaking his head no she said. "He kills people for a living." Mark cannot believe his ears and looks over at the unassuming man. "Do you think these thugs behind us can protect you? If he came over to slap your face and these thugs tried to stop him, the fight would be over before it even started and none of them would have even worked up a sweat." The goons chuckled at her, "He has studied several different forms of martial arts intently over the years. Do not let his size fool you, even Jet Li and Jackie Chan are not huge men." Now the bodyguards were sizing him with a more critical look.

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"Besides, with your reputation, I would not be surprised if someone does not already have a couple of snipers' nests, looking into the bedroom windows of your apartment and house from half a mile away.

"But my husband's favorite form of killing somebody is poison. Can you imagine sometime next season in the middle of the game when you drink your water bottle and it is laced with a nontraceable chemical to induce a heart attack?" She gave him a big smile. "One minute you are reveling in glory the next you are lying on the ground in agony."

By this point, Mark was not sure what he had gotten himself into. He and his two goons quickly slipped out the back door without taking anybody with them.

Irma returned to her husband with a smile on her face.

"I am really surprised. Why did he rush out so fast?" Asked her husband. "He normally tries to take a married woman home when he comes to these dances."

"I told him what you do for a living," she said

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"And that made him run away?"

"I told him you know martial arts and kill people for a living."

"I do not know how to fight and I have never been in a real fight. I do not know any kind of karate."

"Sure, you do you, you spent weeks researching every form of martial arts around. As a result, you can write more realistic fight scenes." Laugh, Irma.

"I wish you would stop telling everyone that 'I kill people for a living' I write Suspense novels not kill people."

"Sure, you kill people. I think every book you have written and sold somebody dies."

Taking her hand, they walk out the door to their loving home.

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