Smitten thug

He'd had sticky fingers 4 as long as he could remember.frm money, watches, bracelets, phones n rings 2 the bigger stuff, and had grown smooth @ it over the years. That day he showed up @ the wedding wit h 1 thing only in mind...a quick buck. N that’s what he had thought he'd gotten when he pinched her phone. He moved some paces away intending 2 disable it when she turned. His knees turned to warm jello. She was GORGEOUS!!!His brain started working overtime. She saw this handsome gentleman walking towards her. She had a boyfriend but damn! This dude was hot! "Hello Madame? I think this belongs to you," he said, handing her back her phone. His voice was OMG! She was so overjoyed and subconsciously gave him a tight hug. "Thank u, thank u, and thank...u! How can I ever repay u?"His brain was in fool gear. "How about coffee next week?" she accepted, gladly and wrote her number under his collar. He was fired up. That night he called her. Her boyfriend had flown out so she got naughty. They had phone sex n both liked it lots. Had a blast in fact! The following day was Sunday. They both couldn’t wait. He asked her out to dinner. They met in town. He had borrowed a car. The ranch was their last stop. Exotic dinner tables set in the middle of a ranch, how romantic. She thought otherwise. Desperately wanted 2 get out of her clothes. Man, this guy was smooth. They left the ranch n headed 4 a park. They tried almost everything n it was fun...it was now evening. The sun was just going down when he had a crazy idea. "Let’s follow the sun till it sets." he opened the Audi door for her, jumped into the driver's seat n drove off in frenzy. He had been a getaway driver @ some point n proved he could outpace the sunset.2 hrs n 350 miles later, they stopped n parked on the side of the road. He took out a bottle of champagne n 2 glasses from she-didn’t-know-where it came from n popped it. They sat on the hood, watching the sun go down, then went french just as the last rays kissed the sky goodbye. Out of the blue, sirens could be heard everywhere. Opening her eyes on realizing how rigid he'd become, she saw countless ugly muzzles pointed @ them. They took him n bundled him in the back of a waiting car without reading him his rights. They whisked him away. she was questioned then asked 2 accompany them to a station to write her statement. She was requested 2 appear on demand n taken home. Monday morning she got a phone call, Thula Mwasame had committed suicide @ 4am that morning. "Word of advice lady, let past memories be the lasting ones."
© Ian