She was crying at the discotheque while she made out with that other guy. He was crying at the discotheque while he made out with that other girl.
It’s not too late, he thought. It’s not too soon at all, she thought. They both kept dancing with their respective partners, but it wasn’t their partners the people they loved. Of course, they both knew that. They knew they loved each other, they knew they were meant to be together. “Me voy, me voy, me voy”, he thought in Spanish. “Donde no hay sufrimiento”, she thought in Spanish. And yet they kept dancing with those other people, both for their own reasons.
Why would anybody want to dance with a bunch of cry babies? Well, in the case of the guy dancing with the girl, it was because the girl was gorgeous. In his own evil mind he thought, “she’s crying. She’s vulnerable. She’s easier to get into”, and he smiled a comforting and sweet smile. He thought of her breasts, her bare naked breasts being his. He thought of her skin, her hair, her screams in the middle of raw half naked sex in the bathroom. He wanted her, and if he had to comfort her crying to get her, that was just a bonus. He touched her shoulder lovingly and whispered something cheerful in her ear. She smiled through the tears.
In the case of the girl dancing with the guy, well, she was used to guys crying, albeit not in such public places. She had heard all about how popular he was, how liked he was, and she would do anything for an opportunity to climb that social ladder. So she would comfort him, especially now that he was upset. Finally a slow song came on and she hugged him by the waist. They danced softly to “Regalame esta noche” and his tears became small sobs.
From the other side of the room he saw the woman he loved. From the other side of the room she saw the man she loved. They saw each other and quickly looked away. They felt their heart break a little, but soon they were comforted by their respective dance partners. He looked at the woman he was dancing with and found her ugly, found her stupid. The poor girl mistook the look for something else and laid her head on his shoulders thinking there was something there. He reached into his pocket and felt a long, cold, metal that seemed to call out to him: “use me”. A wet trickle of blood ran down his thumb. He knew he couldn’t take his hand out his pocket now - she would ask questions. What a careless thing to do, sticking his hand in his pocket like that, but he couldn’t help wanting to make sure it was still there, even though this must’ve been the millionth time he did.
She saw him stick his hand in his pocket and couldn’t help but wonder why. The guy she was dancing with didn’t seem to care that she was staring off into space, evidently he didn’t recognize the man she was looking at. Besides, who cares? As long as she’s nice and vulnereable, he’ll have her. His hands ran down to her ass and squeezed, she barely noticed. Her eyes were trained on him and what he was up to. Quickly she ran a checklist down her mind and made absolutely sure her purse had everything she needed for tonight. Like her love, she wanted to check for the millionth time if her cell phone was still there. She pretended to be receiving a phone call only she could hear and shuffled through her bag. It was there, she was ready. She smiled coyly and touched her dance partners’ crotch. Leaning into his ear she whispered that he follow her to the bathroom. Almost trembling from excitement he accepted.
He danced and danced until he saw his woman heading off to the bathroom. It was time now, and besides, the girl he was dancing with had become curious about him keeping his hand in his pocket for so long. He thought about how he could get her to come to the bathroom with him and decided it’d be tricky. Luring her in with sex would probably not be a good idea, so he had to come up with something else. He made up some cock-and-bull story about a secret society meeting at a certain hour in the bathroom. It was what the “cool kids” did, and she was stupid enough to believe it.
As soon as he walked in he locked the door behind him. His wife had already emptied the place out and was washing her face. The guy who thought he was getting sex from her seemed very confused, apparently he hadn’t been expecting any sort of orgy. The girl who thought she was coming to a secret party could hardly contain her excitement. Then, in a flash, the wife finished washing her face and saw her husband. A huge smile streaked across her face and she threw her arms around him while kissing nonstop. He threw his arms around her and kissed her back, revealing to the two bewildered dance partners his blood stained hand. What happened next ran at the speed of dreams. The beautiful woman took out her cell phone camera and began recording. The sobbing man took a long knife out of his pocket and joyfully murdered her dance partner. Then his. He slit their throats. She closed their mouths, so they couldn’t scream. All the while they seemed to be dancing around their victims and kissing each other and touching each other and loving each other. It was, after all, another beautiful Tuesday.
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