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George Whipley awoke from a deep sleep to find that he had no messages on his answering machine. He never had any messages. He was used to it. However, he had grown to despise the pretentious voice of that woman who informed him day after day that he had no messages. He perceived her shrill tone as being one of blatant mockery and contempt. He thought if he ever met her, he would have to kill her. He would have no choice, he thought: ‘She had to die.’ He stared at himself in the full-length mirror just adjacent to his bed. He had grown to hate the man he had become. He had been ravaged by a life of stress, late nights, and cheap domestic beer.
He had had one of his most favorite and most frequent dreams that night. In it, a group of scantily clad slave-girls tended to his every need, be it a glass of milk, or a quickie on the kitchen counter; there was no deed too demeaning, too
2007-03-17
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