DeliciousMaiden
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Mark
Mark sat on the stone steps listening to the bass throb of music, punctuated now and then by female laughter. The cold and dark seeped into his body, but he did not notice. She and the other “hens” had arrived hours earlier and he had convinced himself that regardless of what her party did, Elizabeth would leave before the floor show began.
And yet, there had been no sign of her.
The back door burst open and a gaggle of girls spilled out. Each scantily clad, each lighting up a cigarette, each cackling animated about the various … assets … of the male bar staff and speculating on the strip show to come.
Mark turned away in disgust, his focus drawn downwards to the photograph he carried in his hands; one of few photographs featuring him along side his Lizzie. It was a mere 2 years ago, yet the innocent girl he knew who had been so shy of his camera back then had changed beyond recognition: The prints he had pinned to his apartment wall bore witness to that! It wasn't that she could know that his lense was directed at her, yet it had seemed to him as he printed up the shots that she was deliberately teasing him; laughing at him.
Sample from Mark's "Gallery".
The girls had returned to the debauched heat of the building.
Mark stood and stretched out his limbs.
Music struck up, female squeals and applause crescendoed.
It was obvious that the “show” had started.
Just as it was now obvious why just several years ago, Elizabeth had thrown his offer to take care of her back in Mark's face; why she had left the country; why she had done everything to reject the love he had offered her.
And judging from what he had seen over the past 6 months, he knew what Elizabeth had become!
She had been so pure, so perfect.
Mark had put her on a pedestal, had wanted to protect her, to save her from herself and her rejection, which at the time had devastated him, had gronw into ever increasing rage throughout his months' surveillance which had confirmed his suspicions that Elizabeth had gone the way of most women and had become an egotistical bitch and heartless cock-tease.
To Mark, everything Elizabeth did seemed to spite him and the memory of the love he had offered her. The fact she seemed to have a “boyfriend” drove Mark insane with jealousy, yet he Mark consoled himself, that if the relationship were at all serious the man would never allow Elizabeth to join that group of sluts in there. He obviously didn't care if she wanted to whore around? It didn't take a genius to work out what alcohol and strippers would obviously lead to ….
Even though he brought the bottle with him, Mark had never intended to take a drink again. But Mark he was pacing now and could feel his fists clenching as his imaginings fueled by the noise from within the building wound him up more and more. He had to calm himself. And so he drew out the bottle and took a long drink. The fire of spirit scalded his throat and seemed to help him take a steadying breath. And so he drank again … and again … until he could think straight and reason things through. And as the last of the bottle slid down his throat, it seemed to him obvious that he would just walk up to Elizabeth and renew the offer he had made when they were students.
She would see the error of her ways, be grateful to him.
And all would work out for them both …
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It was 1 am before the group erupted from the building. The bride-to-be was easy to identify now, partly due to the L-plates, angel wings and halo and partly due to the fact that she could hardly stand and had to be supported by two of her accompanying friends. They ambled unsteadily to the corner and stood in a giggling group, seemingly waiting for transport. It was Elizabeth who minutes later reappeared down the side street, mobile pressed to her ear, focused fully on the call she was making …
To Mark's alcohol-fueled mind, Elizabeth's return only meant one thing: She had arranged an assignation, or was in the process of doing so …. Either way, she was looking for trouble.
And if that was the case, he was definitely the man to give it to her …