[untitled]A Story by DonnaThis is for real, I did something very bad and I desperately need some help this time. I cannot call my family, discretion is key. As usual when I get my self in trouble, I drank way too much last night and I am frantically typing you from a laptop in a room on the 12th floor of the Hyatt hotel in Palm Springs. I will tell you what happened but only if you promise to get your car keys and come right over. It all started innocently enough, two day ago I was researching online “for a friend” on exactly how to go about an extramarital affair. I came upon a chartroom cleverly titled (Married but not Dead). Since I am certainly not a necrophiliac, this seemed an appropriate site to check out. I set up a profile, again for research purposes only, “I am a very good friend” Alas, I was immediately contacted by one of the sexiest men I have ever seen online or in person and although I usually discount any man who is shirtless in his main picture as way to cheesy for my tastes, This man was forgiven. Plus he had a really cute bio. “ Wealthy Prince Charming unhappily married to wicked witch, in search of hot sex with a stranger” “Prince Charming” seemed a perfect case study for my “research” We agreed to meet at the eleventh hour in the lobby of the Hyatt hotel. I got there early and ordered two shots of tequila with lime just to settle my nerves. When “Prince Sexy” arrived, he ordered a bottle of expensive champagne. Tequila, Lime, Champagne, Donna, … Do I really need to say more? Very well, I woke up this morning alone in a chaotic $4000 a night hotel suite. My head pounding and a vague memory of a nightclub, an albino dwarf and an alligator? The floor was littered with rose petals, strawberries and Spanish coins. Apparently a bonfire had been started in the Jacuzzi tub and marshmallow residue covered the entire bathroom ceiling. I pushed back the covers and spotted a small green brown creature nestled at the foot of the bad. I screamed and beat it to death with the first thing I could find. Unfortunately I realized that I had beat it to a pulp with the King James bible. Unfortunately, because I was starting to get the feeling that I had committed enough sacrilege in the last 24 hours to last a long time. In fact looking around … I’m pretty sure I am going to hell. Any way, I wiped the guts off the bible and went to place it back on the nightstand when I noticed a note written on hotel stationary with my name on it. “ Morning Sexy, I should have told you last night, but I did not want to freak you out. I wasn’t kidding when I said my wife is a real witch. She has often threatened that should I ever commit adultery, I will soon turn into a frog… a boring cliché I know, and I am sure a little inconvenient for you, but don’t worry. I have the counter spell. Just kiss me three times, I will turn back into a man and we will go enjoy a delicious breakfast downstairs” Now my good friend, I have been hysterically kissing that goddam pile of sludge for two hours now and nothing is happening. I’ve searched the entire room and I cannot find a trace of my car keys or clothes anywhere! And I guess I need t to mention that I …. um… woke up wearing pink leather, assless chaps and two sterling silver n****e rings … nothing else. Like I said, tequila and champagne. I desperately need you to show up soon with two things. A set of clothes and a really good alibi I promise I will make it up to you, whenever this kind of thing happens to you, I am there!. Please Hurry! © 2009 DonnaReviews
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1 Review Added on July 9, 2009 AuthorDonnaPalm Desert, CAAboutHardworking, Extroverted Introvert, Irreverent, Analytical, Undomesticated, Introspective, Optimistic, Occasionally Moody, Uninhibited, Selectively Close, Gregarious, Loveable,Audacious, Multifaceted .. more..Writing
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