1: Bonnie And Clyde

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"Thank you for the fun, darling, beautiful

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"Thank you for the fun, darling, beautiful. But I must go back." Michael De Santa said as he pulled up his trousers and zipped them up.

I rested my arms across my knees while sitting in my king size bed, delicate parts covered by the white sheets.

I nodded. "Of course, Michael." I smiled enthusiastically. But I felt sad. I'm a sad girl. He pulled his shirt onto his thick body.

He glanced at me with his blue eyes and I looked away. I heard him chuckle and I looked back at him. He was buttoning it up.

His wife who remained un-named to me at the moment, the only way I knew her was "Mrs. De Santa, she is a very lucky lady. Well, maybe not the whole cheating part as I am the other woman, but as in Michael is one of the most handsome men I've ever seen.

I don't sleep around, I'm not a slut or anything. I used to be a stripper at the Vanilla Unicorn, barely making any money until Michael walked in and took a special liking to me. Ever since then we'd had a deal every week and I got paid a good amount of money that bought me a nice house in Vinewood Hills.

"I'll see you next week, Lana." He said as he pulled and folded his cuff links.

"I'll be here." I responded.

When he walked out of my bedroom and I heard the front door close downstairs, I sighed and laid back in bed.

I turned my head and saw his black pistol resting on my dresser. I pulled the cover off, jumping out of bed naked and walked over to my dark oak dresser. I picked up the gun and held the cold metal in my hands.

My heart pounded as I moved it around in my hands. I pressed the side of the barrel against my lips just because Michael De Santa has touched this and maybe even killed somebody with it.

I held up the gun and looked at myself in the mirror as I aimed the gun right at my reflection. I imagined Michael and I as some Bonnie and Clyde duo.

"Oh Michael," I moaned to myself. "I love you with all my heart. Why aren't you mine?"

Sorry for the boring start

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Sorry for the boring start. I'm not sure what I want for a storyline yet.

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