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Soon. She felt sure of her husband. She knew his dark face and the extent of its passion had reached the point of no return. Passion, she had thought. Passion, she thought she wanted. Now, faced with the raw, open hungry passion she saw in his eyes.....

Missy was not quite sure she was as ready for what she saw deep in her husband's eyes. How to back out of all this and still not end up in a fight? She didn't have a clue. She knew nothing but going all in at this point was going to cause a huge argument.

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This is what happens when you read Steemit posts right before bed Missy thought. She mentally made a note to leave @byn a message the next morning. This would teach her to 'Try Something New Tuesday!' Darn Byn and her fancy post titles.

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Before Missy could move her hand off of his skin he had grabbed her wrist and flung her over himself, pinning her to his chest. Yeah, she was not getting sleep anytime soon.

The sky became a blanket of stars above there heads when Sam whispered the words,

"Let your house do the dirty work."

"What?"

Out of the druglike state Missy was in, she looked at her husband through eyes that one moment before had been crossed in the back of her head, were trying to focus on his face in hopes of anything making sense again.

Her brain screamed in confusion, while out of her mouth came,

"What did you just say? My? Our? WHAT?"

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Sam jumped up to start pacing back and forth in the sand. Missy now really at a loss, looked at her husband and just plain wanted to kick him in the shins. Her body full of tension was now protesting. She could feel each grain of sand while she sat trying to figure out what the hell was going on.

"Answer me!" came out of Missy mouth in a breathless moan.

Sam turned, looking down at Missy and with black heat in his eyes said, "You really should be helping Charlene to prepare some of the meal".

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Something snapped in Missy then. Air rushed into her lungs, she reaches down to push herself up from the beach. Without thought, a heavy rock was in her hand. Not missing a heartbeat she threw it straight and true right at Sams' head, unfortunately for him, he had picked that moment to turn to look out at the Lake for the last time.

The rock flew through the air like it had wings, landing with a nice sounding thud when it hit the side of Sam's head. He collapsed like a paper doll in a heap of ash under the palm tree.

Missy, still breathing hard walked over slowly to check if he was breathing. He was.

Missy picked up the same rock and proceeded to bash her husband's skull over and over and over again. Nothing recognizable was left of him by the time she was finished.

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A beautiful handsewn blanket, held down by one rusty colored rock, flapped in the morning breeze as a woman was seen swimming out to sea.

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Hi Everyone!

This was the Weekend Freewrite 4/7/2018. As normal, I'm late getting it done.

This story went a very odd way for me and I'm not sure why but as always the weekend freewrites are so much fun to do just for that reason! You never know where your mind is going to go!

I hope everyone has a great weekend and just takes time to enjoy life!

Thanks for always supporting me as you do!

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Love,

Snook

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