BIG BLACK DOG: Chapter III: The Stoopid Bitch

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Andrea had lied to her husband, Marcus, but that was wasn't any new surprise; she did it all the time. She told him that she would not be home till late because of a work conference, that was an utter and blatant bloody lie, the believability of which depended on her husband's gullibility for such things; especially since he knew very well that she was unemployed. He was a fool, she knew that, and she kept him that way by keeping him on a diet of split-pea soup mixed with laxatives and sedatives. She smirked to herself, thinking about how that stupid bumbling idiot would be at home lulling back and forth between sleep and wakefulness and stumbling around the house in a dazed confused state.

It was five O'clock in the afternoon. Andrea had spent the day walking around the shopping mall to look for some enticing lingerie to impress her lover, Mr.Braxton, her canine lover. She could not decide whether to buy the lacy transparent brief, bra and suspender set, so she stole it by stuffing it into her handbag and briskly walking out of the store; she got away with it, but the excitement of the theft had left the panties that she wore soaked with urine. She found a ladies washroom, and changed out of the wet underwear into her newly acquired prostitute style bedwear. On the way out of the washroom, she tossed her urine stained panties into a rubbish bin next to the exit. She smiled to herself as she minced her way to the carpark and to her husband's orange Ford Capri Turbo.

She had arranged to meet Daniel MacCleaver at his house on the other side of town, the ghetto area where only the poorest, dangerous, and stupidly ignorant lived. He had called her the night before, just as she had mixed the sedatives into her husband's food. When she picked up the phone, she addressed him as 'Doris' incase her husband was listening in:
"What's so urgent, Doris?" she asked.
"Uh, I'm not Doris, it's me Daniel."
"Yeah, I know, just be cool with it okay?"
"I don't want to be Doris."
"Listen, I'm taking precautions." she said with a slight hint of annoyance leaking into her voice.
"What ever do you mean?"
"I'M CALLING YOU DORIS INCASE MY HUSBAND IS LISTENING IN ON OUR CONVERSATION AND I DON'T WANT HIM TO KNOW!!" she shouted into the receiver.
"Oh, alright then, I'll be okay being called Doris."
She sighed, "What's so blinking urgent that you have to call me at this hour, it's five past midnight; one should never call during the witching hour..."
Daniel paused, she heard him take a deep breath and exhale slowly as he prepared himself to deliver the message, "I'm onto something big, come over tomorrow afternoon and I'll show you. This will blow your mind..."
They said nothing more, a silent mutual agreement to both put down their receivers and continue with sleep. Andrea found her husband asleep in the bathtub, the water level just beneath his nostrils, a little higher and he would have drowned; she left him in there and went to bed with Mr. Braxton.

She arrived at Daniel's house at about twenty three minutes past five O'clock. There was no need to knock since the front door was broken and hanging on a single hinge, it could have snapped and fallen down any minute; but it wouldn't have killed anyone since it was really a laminated piece of styrofoam board sandwiched between two pieces of single layer plywood. The floor was covered in dust, broken glass, bits of chipped gypsum, and torn pages from various pornography magazines. Daniel was in the living room, reclined with his eyes shut on the only piece of furniture in the room, an old ragged worn couch.
"Wake up Daniel, it's me Andrea!" shouted Andrea.
Daniel stirred, moaned and his eyes slowly opened. "Hey," he answered sleepily as he rubbed his eyes, "I was just meditating." He sat up on the sofa, his head dangled between his shoulders, and he rubbed his eyes once again.
"So what was so urgent that you had to call me in the middle of the night?"
Daniel stood up, he was a short thin man, with a large beard and extremely large eyes. He scratched his chest beneath his t-shirt which read 'Bantam Banana Boat Race Championship'. "Come this way!" he pointed to a doorway into the next room, and shuffled slowly towards it. Andrea followed.

The room was naturally well lit, it had a sink, a refridgerater, and a small round table with a couple of chairs. Above the counter were a row of windows which looked out to an overgrown and weedy garden. Daniel bent down upon his knees, and pulled out what appeared to be a small wooden chest from beneath the table. Andrea stood back as he dragged the box into the centre of the room. He looked up at Andrea as he placed his thumbs over the latches, "This is going to blow your brain!". He released the latches and flicked the top of the chest open. Andrea leant over, she looked inside the box and gasped.

to be continued...