Ties that Bind You

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“There’s no way there’s that much money in that tiny little house.”

I told myself after Karen, the housekeeper shared the secrets of the house with me as she began to put on her panties. “Thank you for another great time, Harvey,” she said, unaware that in the process of getting to know her and eventually f**k her, how many times is it now, 13 or 30…. I just lost count.

“I’m really glad I have you in my life, my love, you really do make things better.” She said with such glee drawn on her face, staring at me, aweing my cut body as I began to button my shirt as well as I could.

Now, first of all, there’s no way I would ever see myself with her, not even if she paid me a million dollars to… wait okay a million, she might get to be with me on weekends but still—

I shrugged as I tried to find the best way to let her down easy after all the help she’s given me concerning my impending heist.

“Look, Karen, I told you before that I’m not the type of person that’s looking for anything more than s*x, I do value you as my hook-up pal, but for me to devote my time and life to make yours happier, I don’t think I want that kind of job.”

I could see her rage and tears forming from across the room so I tried to save the situation.

“Regardless of the fact that I do not want to have a romantic relationship with you, I would still love to bang you six ways to Sunday on your down days since you practically said my d**k is the magic wand you’ve been wishing for. Just fixing your problems and sticking it to you where you want.”

Honestly, I felt confident she would reconsider my proposal but no inch of her face changed. Her expression was still deep anger. I just packed my things and left the room to let her cool down, hoping when I get back, she wouldn’t be there. Now to business.

‘the basement is an off-limits part of the house, aside from that, I’m practically a queen when they’re not home’

I recall Karen saying, unaware that she helped me draw the map as she poured her heart out to me while I was pouring my c*m out in her.

You would think she was one of the best I ever had, but as I said, I made my sacrifices that number of times to get the things I needed to make one more heist to help me move out of the town since the cops were beginning to draw a profile on the crimes I’ve committed all over the neighborhood.

This would be my one-way ticket to a new life, but do I really want that? I began to think… maybe it’s a partner I need to have my back. My mind drifted over to Karen again, could she be my Bonnie? Ha, that would be hysterical. Can’t believe I almost married her.

On my way to the hardware store to get the tools I need for the heist, I recall the scenes leading up to the almost wedding.

Karen and I met during one of my soft burglars. The apartment across the house she tended to was owned by Pablo Chicarito, an up-and-coming drug lord in the area.

I’m sure we’re thinking the same thing, was Mexico too far away?

Anyway, with my ears on the ground, I was able to gain important information on his whereabouts during the day and with my knack for mathematics, I could calculate the average time it would take for him to return from each of his trips outside the home as well as study his schedule which he practically sticks to like it’s the law, ironic right. The day of the heist, I woke up early, spent some time in front of the mirror admiring myself of course because who wouldn’t. Notices how bushy my eyebrows looked as well as the shallow dimple I had on my right cheek when I checked my perfect set of pearly whites. I run my fingers through my curly brown hair and smirked with content at the image I could stare at all day but I knew I had a plan I needed to see through. I sneaked in while he was out for his morning jog. Fortunately for me, he lives alone so I didn’t expect any disturbance in the course of the heist. With the hairpin and the knife I bought to unlock the door, I got in. Now, don’t get me wrong, but aren’t drug dealers supposed to be so messy with drugs and I don’t know, weed? He had his hall looking so fancy, not to mention the aroma coming from the kitchen to be so attractive… wait a minute, the kitchen? f**k, there’s a cook in the house. I quickly snuck into the nearest room with absolutely no noise of which I would to this day commend myself for such meticulous cat burglary.

Luckily for me, I entered the bedroom where Mr. Chicarito stashed his cocaine, and YES!!! the money. So many currencies, I forgot what the dollar looked like. I began to load my duffel bag with all the valuables I could find. As I was about done loading the cash, I heard a door open and then his voice rang. He was muttering some Spanish and from the broken Spanish I knew, the ruthless, bulky, and often rage-filled drug lord had returned.

“He’s not supposed to be here, I’m supposed to have much more time”.

Then I checked my vintage Casio watch earned on one of my other heists only to see he’s actually very much on time and even delayed. What the f**k was I going to do now. He’s inches away from the door and I had no f*****g way of escaping. I scoured the room for an exit since the windows were locked shut. My heart kept racing as I heard him maintain the conversation with the housekeeper in front of the door. I noticed a tint of gold at the other end of the room, and I realized it was a door handle. I quietly opened the door to see what was behind that door. I entered the room, turned on the lights, and noticed there was a back door to which I was going to obtain freedom finally after this gut-wrenching experience but my curiosity got the better of me. The room had four solid containers with no label on either of them. I walked to check the content of the barrel’s when I heard the bedroom door open but the curiosity inside me couldn’t listen to reason so I continued to try to open the tightly sealed containers, after a few seconds of attempting to open it, i gave up and left but as I opened the back door, I heard some footsteps drawing nearer and I managed to leave the room. As I left I saw this lady, reporting for duty looking distraught and I knew she could be my way out by covering my tracks since the drug lord isn’t one to second guess. I quickly run into her as disturbed and confused as she was and told her I need her to pretend to be my girlfriend for a minute. I could see from her eyes that she was ready to jump at the offer since I look as good as the person on the cover of the magazine she had folded in her handbag.

She refused at first though. She was reluctant since she, unfortunately, saw me leave Pablo’s residence.

I couldn’t risk losing my life so I was going to have to bribe her and that’s when I realized I had forgotten my duffel bag in the mysterious room. Mr. Chicarito stepped out and started looking around and what bad luck, we were the only people around. Almost out of hope, I remembered I had one of the pearls, offered it to her in secret and I swung her and gave her a very wet French kiss, her lips felt so soft, her bum fit right into my palms and the sun gave us a romantic setting as it rose. I almost lost myself. I shortly came back to after and when I turned, the man had left.

“The name’s Karen, but you can call me….”

And we actually hit it off from there, she had a lot of problems to share and needed some d**k in her life and I filled both holes perfectly. Fast-forward to the present, I think I might miss Karen, the foxy minx that performed on me, her masterpiece, the cute nickname she called me.

As I left the hardware store, I was so enthusiastic about undertaking this heist. Who knows, maybe I’ll end up leaving town with Karen and begin a new life. I don’t know, I’m such a romantic yet a hard guy, I can’t tell. I haven’t met anyone who will change me or help me find myself. I negotiated a turn and with determination, asked myself, what could go wrong.