7
As the blood began to form a stale stink of hate in the lives of Nineteen and Hoover, a relief gave way.
Nineteen-“Babe, you know, they’re dead….they’re all dead. Our secret is still safe, love.”
Hoover-“Yes, Sugar Tits…you’re right. You’re always right….And damn, that’s why I love you.”
The moment is broken by a passionate kiss between Nineteen and Hoover. As Nineteen wipes the sweet scent of drugstore lipstick off his lips, Hoover gives him an assuring look.
Hoover-“Well, what do we do now, Teeny Sex?”
Nineteen-“Babe, we cup a rump.”
Music starts to fill the air in the rhythm of “bow chicka bow woooooow! Woot woot! Hisssssssss.”
They walk into the distance with their hands in each other’s back pockets. They do this absolutely knowing that their secret is safe.
Or is it?
Muahahahaha ga la ta ba na ka……..meep.
