KOI FISH ROMANCE IN IOWA //🐟 A NOVEL 🐟// BY: MR. OMAR KING

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How long should I keep my eyes close? As long as it takes, hon. I don't want to keep em close, it makes me feel powerless without my sight. I need em to see what's around me, Livvy! Will you stifle it, and just sit, and wait, and keep your eyes SHUT! I have a surprise for you. I hope it's a nice surprise. Oh, it is. What is it, you'll see. Come on, what's taking so long in there, I got things to do, you know. I got things to do as well, but you don't see me complain about it. I see your point, hon. Just relax. Oh no, Livvy , I don't do well when it comes to relaxing. I have to be up and doing something such as cleaning, cooking, go out for an errand, etc. I don't relax when I'm doing anything, you know that. I know, hon. But just this once you won't be doing anything until I come out of this closet. Your job is to sit your ass on that sofa and shut your eyes and wait for me when I come out: it won't take long, I just need to zip this on and I'll be all done. ZIP!? What are you zipping? It's a surprise. It better come with a receipt! Yes it does! Oh, good god I knew it. I knew this was gonna happen, I knew it all along  that this bitch would want to make me out as her love slave of sex. Oh sweet Jesus, I can hear it zipping and stretching and zipping once more. She wants to handcuff me somewhere in her house and put me in a nurse wear, and then cover my face with a black mask, the type of mask those folks wear at those sex dungeons. I've heard of this type of stuff happen before on the news, I just didn't know it was going to be me? NO! Feck no, I'm not made out to be a sex toy, and I am not going to be one, not in my lifetime, never. What the hell are you blabbering out there, Margie, I'm just changing (in what?) can't you give it a break and relax. I DON'T RELAX! WELL YOU HAVE TO! FINE! OPEN THE DOOR ALREADY! FINE! Oh my god. Oh my god, Livvy, you fantastic in that yellow color dress. You think so? Yeah, you look like royalty. You're just being nice, hun. No- no, I mean it. I never saw you like that. With thaat dress, you look strong, brave, yet vulnerable. You look like you have dignity on your shoulders. I hope so, Margie, I'm going down to that Party's at Larry's and his tramp place, and I want look like I have some sort of dignity and strength retain in me. I mean, you're going down to see your ex-husband and his side piece alone, that's of you, Livvy. It takes a lot of strength to go there alone, without a date. Though, you shouldn't go alone, who knows what kind of sickos are  out there in Iowa these days. I mean, I just found out that some on the news paper that some couple were found dead at a corn field. Both, nude, face flat on the ground, and stabbed so brutally. I worry that might happen to you, hon. I worry that could happen to me or Charles. I mean, some inconsiderate jerk can storm in this house any second and blow our brains out, feck us dead, and then take our clothes and money. Now, you're just making things, up, Margie. Nobody is gonna want to feck to old broads like us (I mean, it could happen, Livvy: you never know.) you need quit watching them crime shows on T.V. they are no good for you, hun. But they keep me informed, and you should be as well. You just don't know who is outside that door. HONEY, I'M HOME! WHAT THE HELL? What's going on here? Oh, it's just you Charlie, you gave us quite the scare. Oh, I'm sorry, didn't mean to scare you two. It's fine. Why are you home so early, dinner is ready yet. Oh, my shift ended early. Really? Yup. So, I went to the store and bought some snacks. Snacks? You don't eat snacks before supper. Put those away and go leave us alone. Okay, honey. Olive, nice seeing you, again sorry for the scare. It's fine, Charles, thanks. What a fecking weirdo.