September 14, 2011
Downies - Round 8
Nancy took a few deep breaths and tried to calm her racing heart. She'd just realized that Don wasn't everything he said he'd been. And that meant it was time to put her plan into action.
Trying to smile, Nancy turned away and said, "It'll be ready in just a little bit. Why don't you go take a nap?"
Don stretched and scratched his belly. "That does sound good. Keep the brat out of the room."
Nancy's hands shook as she cleaned the sink, praying she didn't have to turn around. She was sure he would see straight through her. She heard his steps disappear into the room and soon heard him snoring.
"Nancy! I'm calling you!" he yelled.
"She has to be somewhere!" he yelled. "Somebody has seen her! Find her or I'll deal with you all myself!"
Not only had she stolen from him, but she was making him look bad to his minions as well. She would have a lot to answer to when she returned.
Feeling hedged in, Don jumped up and went in to locked room that held his treasures. Being surrounded by all of his spoils relaxed him.
He'd heard from his minions that there was a woman who might know where Nancy was. It turned out that she had lied to meet him.
"Do you know what happens to people when they lie to me?" he ground out. "Do you know who I am?"
The mystery lady had simply cooed and said, "There's no need to be modest! You're the ultimate evil one & you're dead sexy."
Don had decided to amuse himself with her. His thoughts were not on the woman laying beside him in the bed, but instead was on his wife, the woman who had run away. She'll rue the day she ever crossed paths with me, he thought bitterly. She'll get what's coming to her...