Obdulia

"Yes, Lars will meet his match tonight," she surmised with an evil smile. After all, she had shared her most secret of secrets with him, and he had taken one of them away. No man had ever touched her there before and lived. Not "Bill" the McDonalds guy, who had promised her free Big Macs for a year and then forgotten about her. Not David and David, the twin gynecologists, who had assured her it was all part of the exam. No, not even Father Bob.

But none of that mattered to her now. She had a man to bludgeon, so she laid out her plans. First, she would invite him over for a bit of wine and cheese - perhaps some ham and fig paté. Then she would seduce him in that way he liked. And finally, from under the pillow, she would come out with the coup de grace, the .38 she kept hidden for these special moments. She was getting excited. Very excited. Later that evening, after the wine had been chilled and the gun polished to a brilliant shine, she made the call.

"Lars, baby," she said lustily, twirling the revolver in her fingers, "why don't you come over for some fun tonight?"

(With many thanks to Mopeychick for her part)