I sigh as I pull a few chunks of glass from my foot before standing up to investigate. I walk over the cold, cream-colored tile towards the bedroom. Two red comet tails left in my wake. One blood, the other strawberry jam. I walk in and see a naked woman sprawled out on my bed. The covers hiding her only from the knees down. She rolls halfway over and looks at me. Thirteen cents is stuck to her cheek and forehead. One dime, three pennies. She yawns and rubs her eyes. Twelve cents falls to the bed.
I sit down on the bed, propping myself up with my hands behind me. I see her purse laying next to her, the contents obviously dumped all over the bed. I look at the dresser, an empty condom wrapper. That explains the mess. I feel reassured. She lazily gathers up the five, ten and twenty dollar bills spread across the bed. I look her in the eye and smirk. "Did we fuck, or rob a bank?". She smiles at me lazily. She then extends her index finger, followed by her thumb, at a 90 degree angle. She pulls the trigger. "Bang".
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