Lost Love Lust

The wind brings her to almost suffocate.

She asks him to drop her off in front of the Venetian, she will need to stop by there
to grab her check, and then they can proceed to her place.

Not does he know she is not local.

She pulls the hood from her jacket over her hair, which still smells like dye, therefore tickling her sense even more.

One step to the left, three to the right, and two rows of slot machines down the hall, his site of her is lost.

His face was too sweet to be “worked on”.

Although, she was looking forward to using her new scapula.

To cause a bit of stir, she intentionally falls down next to a Crabs table, and also, intentionally walks away with a couple $100 chips in her pocket, she will need them in a few days.

Redefine violence.

She winks at one of the workers at a jewelry store and continues to look around.

Observing every corner, every straight line, and every exit sign, her walk continues.

Four steps to the right, two steps to the left, and three luxurious stores down the hall, the meeting spot makes itself observed.

Female. White Gucci Blanco jacket, with horrid impression of Gianna Versace hair, and lips plump to the fullest.

Lust sits down.

“We’re happy to have you. Dereck has a lot of work for you, what was your name again?”

“Lust. That’s all you need to know. Now give me the location and target, so I can go about my business, and do tell Dereck to fuck himself since I’m still here. He will find it amusing.”

“Ok…Lust was it? Dereck would like you to go to N 5th Street 37792 Apt. 4 and the target is to be eliminated by poison pB4 in a large dose. Dereck also says that you will have to extend your stay at location in order to eliminate the spouse.”

“Pb4 will work for the male, but I will have a little fun with the spouse if I’m sill engaged in the matter.”

“I am not sure Dereck would approve of that, he still has two more jobs you are needed at, and I am sure there is no time for such activities. Dereck would like for you to complete your tasks accordingly.”

Lust leans in close to the young woman’s ear.

Whispering, she informs her:

“My sweet child, look at you, you are the epitome of natural beauty, is being told what to do every minute of every second worth the fake Hermes purse, slobbishly mismatched Manolo Blahniks on your unpedicured toes, and the invaluable Swiss watch? You could be so much better my love. Tell that to Dereck the next time you’re under his desk paying for your cheap Stewart Ave. apartment.”

She enjoys the look on the nameless assistant’s face for what seems like 5 or 6 seconds, and
proceeds to the location.