So it was early on that Saturday morning, in the kitchen of the grand house, when Xavier had dressed himself and crept downstairs where he and Norman talked in whispers of the disappointment they found in each girl. Norman made the comment that Josephine could care less about him until she found out how huge his cock was, she doesn't give a fuck about me! Norman had said in his usual frustration. Xavier told Norman how he had not said anything about himself to Felicity, who slept soundly in her warm bed on the second floor.
"If she knew I lived in a dorm room on campus, with no car, or posh apartment., no money." Xavier exhaled with a heavy sigh. "What could I do, pick her up on my bicycle, so she could ride on the handle bars?" he said rolling his eyes as Norman shook his head.
"Well, if it's not one fucking thing with women, it's another." Norman said lamenting with his friend, then he gave Xavier a strange wry smile as he said standing up straight "Stupid girls. They don't give a fuck about us." then Norman began to rattle the gold coins in his pocket with his hand as he suggested "You know, we should teach these girls a lesson."
"What do you mean?" Xavier looked confused.
"Bringing back two total strangers to their family home? What if it had been two other blokes here tonight, besides us? Who knows what they might have done? Could'a been a couple of junkies all smacked up." Norman said as he watched Xavier's mind working over the information in his brain then he continued "Or, in future, they keep doing this.., I'm just saying it would be a shame if one of these girls gets murdered, or anything like that."
Now Xavier thought this over and he soon was in agreement with Norman's logic and so he posed one question to his devious friend "How do we teach them this lesson?"
Norman did not answer his question verbally, instead he pulled out three hands full of gold jewelry and coins as Xavier's eyes widen. For just a brief moment not a word was exchanged between them as they went through the stolen loot, their minds of the same accord. "I know a man we can sell this to tomorrow, we won't get the going rate, but that's the price we'll pay to keep it under the table." Norman said trying to calculate the amount of money they could cash in on.
"We need to leave now!" Xavier said as a rush of blood went straight to his head as his heart rate quickened as he began to pace back and forth looking for a phone to call a taxi.
"Hey mate," Norman said as he pulled a set of keys off a hook by the garage door as he rattled them getting Xavier's attention. "There's a Jaguar parked out there. Let's just take it down back to the Van, then we'll leave it parked on the street, it's not like we would be stealing the car, we'll just take it for a ride." Norman said calmly as Xavier appeared to be nearing a state of panic. "I mean unless you want to walk back five miles in the cold."
"No. I think we should just take the car and go. They don't even know who we are, or anything about us. Fuck them! We are only doing this to teach these girls a lesson." Xavier said a gleam in his eyes.
"Yeah! Fuck them it's for their own good!" the two men made a quick sweep of the living room making sure to collect any items they might have left behind and within three minutes they were gone. Norman behind the wheel of the shiny, expensive automobile, the Rolling Stones on the radio, two pockets full of gold, and his best friend sitting in the passengers seat, as the drove down the quite, snow covered streets of London. Norman felt a thrill in his heart, the blood rush through his veins, and he felt strange, as if he were on the verge of some great new adventure. Little did Norman Pierce realize just what a terrible outcome awaited him, for the Fates are a cruel and wicked mistress and they had crafted a very special plan for our dear, poor, stupid Norman. Yet, of all of this, he was quite unaware for Norman Pierce's mind was solely focused on monetary gains, by whatever nefarious means necessary.
"If she knew I lived in a dorm room on campus, with no car, or posh apartment., no money." Xavier exhaled with a heavy sigh. "What could I do, pick her up on my bicycle, so she could ride on the handle bars?" he said rolling his eyes as Norman shook his head.
"Well, if it's not one fucking thing with women, it's another." Norman said lamenting with his friend, then he gave Xavier a strange wry smile as he said standing up straight "Stupid girls. They don't give a fuck about us." then Norman began to rattle the gold coins in his pocket with his hand as he suggested "You know, we should teach these girls a lesson."
"What do you mean?" Xavier looked confused.
"Bringing back two total strangers to their family home? What if it had been two other blokes here tonight, besides us? Who knows what they might have done? Could'a been a couple of junkies all smacked up." Norman said as he watched Xavier's mind working over the information in his brain then he continued "Or, in future, they keep doing this.., I'm just saying it would be a shame if one of these girls gets murdered, or anything like that."
Now Xavier thought this over and he soon was in agreement with Norman's logic and so he posed one question to his devious friend "How do we teach them this lesson?"
Norman did not answer his question verbally, instead he pulled out three hands full of gold jewelry and coins as Xavier's eyes widen. For just a brief moment not a word was exchanged between them as they went through the stolen loot, their minds of the same accord. "I know a man we can sell this to tomorrow, we won't get the going rate, but that's the price we'll pay to keep it under the table." Norman said trying to calculate the amount of money they could cash in on.
"We need to leave now!" Xavier said as a rush of blood went straight to his head as his heart rate quickened as he began to pace back and forth looking for a phone to call a taxi.
"Hey mate," Norman said as he pulled a set of keys off a hook by the garage door as he rattled them getting Xavier's attention. "There's a Jaguar parked out there. Let's just take it down back to the Van, then we'll leave it parked on the street, it's not like we would be stealing the car, we'll just take it for a ride." Norman said calmly as Xavier appeared to be nearing a state of panic. "I mean unless you want to walk back five miles in the cold."
"No. I think we should just take the car and go. They don't even know who we are, or anything about us. Fuck them! We are only doing this to teach these girls a lesson." Xavier said a gleam in his eyes.
"Yeah! Fuck them it's for their own good!" the two men made a quick sweep of the living room making sure to collect any items they might have left behind and within three minutes they were gone. Norman behind the wheel of the shiny, expensive automobile, the Rolling Stones on the radio, two pockets full of gold, and his best friend sitting in the passengers seat, as the drove down the quite, snow covered streets of London. Norman felt a thrill in his heart, the blood rush through his veins, and he felt strange, as if he were on the verge of some great new adventure. Little did Norman Pierce realize just what a terrible outcome awaited him, for the Fates are a cruel and wicked mistress and they had crafted a very special plan for our dear, poor, stupid Norman. Yet, of all of this, he was quite unaware for Norman Pierce's mind was solely focused on monetary gains, by whatever nefarious means necessary.
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