Dorothy never favored boredom. Alas, it seemed the universe could care less what she did and didn't favor.
In college, she was the most popular girl on campus, but not for the reason most might have assumed. Dorothy was more wild - a delinquent; one who took whatever she wanted from students, one who never feared a fight, and one who never turned down a strong man--or woman--that offered a good fuck.
Even after hearing of all her antics, the board would never dare expel Dorothy, for her father was the distinguished multi-millionaire who funded the institution's totality, giving them far more funds than they needed.
Dorothy's quite eventful life all changed when she met the man who she now called her husband. Micah: ever-the-sweetheart. Slender, always-smiling, glasses-wearing, and much too cute.
The first time he laid eyes on her, Micah tried engaging Dorothy in a friendly convo, and she shot him down with a middle finger and a "Fuck off, femboy".
He backed away, continuing to smile. Micah did not like that her vulgarity was directed at him, though he did find her attitude to be unique - a breath of fresh air.
He'd have to try again later, he deemed.
Later on, when Micah was walking on a street near campus, he saw Dorothy standing over six sitting fit men, telling them to give her all of their "shit" before she took them by force.
Curiosity piqued, Micah stayed and watched.
The men sprung off the ground and rushed her. Utilizing expert boxing form, Dorothy moved back and took down three men with precise strikes to the chin.
She went to take down the other three but they evaded. Like her, they had years of combat training and experience. She'd underestimated their skill, which was a mistake that brought her downfall.
They sent Dorothy to the ground, shooting their fists into her guarded face, and her unguarded torso.
Even though Dorothy would be getting what she deserved for attempted robbery, and even though she'd been very rude in insulting him earlier, Micah felt taken by an overwhelming need to help.
And so, Micah angrily yelled, "Leave her alone, you savages!"
The men lifted their heads, rising to their feet, muttering something about how he "must be with the bitch".
In a rage, they went to rush Micah.
Lying on the ground and heavily panting, the only sounds Dorothy heard were that of someone getting the shit beat out of them.
"Fuck," she murmured, blinking away the dizziness.
Standing and turning around, she was pleasantly surprised to see Micah--perfectly fine--grinning and waving whilst standing amidst the unconscious forms of the three men.
Micah himself wasn't very strong - he told her as much. He let her know that his mastery of muay thai had more than compensated for the gap in physicality.
Dorothy couldn't be any more surprised; or grateful, for that matter. She hadn't fallen for Micah then; though, over time, he sought her out and spent time with her; saying how she intrigued him. How he's never met a lady of her might - inside and out. He spoke quite elegantly - a passionate and attractive intelligence in his words.
She fell for the man. Hard. And before they knew it, they were married. Before they knew it, they'd had a son together. The married couple Dorothy and Micah Snipes could never be happier.
Flash forward to twenty-three years since she met Micah, Dorothy could confidently say that she hated her life.
Things had not turned out, or stayed as exciting as she wanted them to be. Everything was just so... painfully boring. It was almost driving the woman insane.
She would have long run away, changing her identity and starting anew if not for her precious son, Arthur.
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At dawn, Dorothy sat, yawning and stretching in her queen-sized bed. She climbed out of bed earlier than her husband, put on a bland orange dress, and went downstairs to prepare breakfast - per usual.
Sometime later, upon setting a plate full of food on the table, she saw her husband ambling into the room, adjusting his tie.
"Good morning, Micah." Dorothy had spoken those words with a clearly forced smile, like so many other times. And, frankly, she didn't care whether he noticed or not.
"Good morning to you as well, Dorothy." Her husband, on the other hand, had spoken those words with a genuine grin. Micah always smiled. Always seemed like the happiest man alive - not a care in the world.
