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"Ow!" She winced, sitting up - his warm hand brushed her ankle. "Right there . . . " Their eyes locked . . . .her lips . . . soft. . . Bait . . . . She drew his breath . . .
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"Are you hungry? I can make something . . ." "Omlet" . . .she thrust the satisfaction of the inhale toward the ceiling. "I wish you wouldnt smoke in here, I dont really li . . ." "Ham and cheese omlet . . . mmm" she kissed his cheek. . . The cloud followed her naked abandon into the master bathroom. Jacks mind raced - ("what the hell just happened? Im supposed to be at work right now") a grin came to his face - the possibilities . . .
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Fate rarely deals face up cards . . .
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"You never told me your name" Jack mused, folding the omlet. "What do you do Jack?" She led with dismissal . . . Again. "Hmm?" "Work, ya know . . . What do you do?" "Oh, uh . . . Accounts receivable" . . ."sounds boring". "Hope you like it, been awhile since I made an omlet" She crossed her leg . . . dropped her spent cigarette into the cold coffee. She was wearing his bathrobe - a mere formality - it had fallen open as she turned towards the table . . . she had stunning legs.
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The clatter from the kitchen startled Jack as he was about to put the shaving cream on his face . . . "Fuck me!" She growled . . . thighs wide - remants of breakfast strewn and broken on the floor. He held no hesitation, no reservation . . . Animal lust and the kitchen table shook violently in the late morning scene.
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Things are not always as they seem, take care black widow - your hour has come to pass . . .
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The afternoon welcomed the new lovers - schemers . . . The old movie droning on lazily from the television across the bedroom. Jack was happy to oblige, her cue - the ice rattling at the bottom of her glass. He served . . . Got back in bed at her side . . . And waited . . .
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Jack calmed himself with another deep breath - standing beside the bed - his hands gripping the edges of the stainless steel cart - slowly, methodically - he undid the tie and rolled open his collection. Sterile, sharp, precise.
It had been a long time. A slow smile made its way - she was finally coming to. Spred and bound - gagged and blindfolded . . . Nude . . .
[Scene 8] / key grip set to ending script. *camera 3 pans wide/fade - *camera 4 pulls back from bedroom slowly/out/ - door closes -《 fade to black 》
~ fin
