The Grim Reaper
and the Senator
by Don Drewniak
With scythe in
hand, one of the thousands of Grim Reapers
roaming planet Earth passed through a closed,
solid oak door into a $600 per night hotel suite.
He then glided from a combination living room/kitchenette
into a large bedroom featuring a $3000 Texas King
bed.
Reaper was
acclimated to working in dark rooms and, as a
result, had no problem seeing the shapes of two
figures lying underneath a LilySilk sheet in the
darkened room.
As the Reaper
approached the bed, the curved metallic end of
his scythe reflected light from a nearby building.
The light caught the eyes of a United States
senator jolting him into a sitting position while
the second figure remained motionless under the
top sheet.
“Ah,
Senator Rawlings, so good to meet you. Your time
here on Earth is about to expire.”
“There
must be some mistake. I am only forty-seven and I
have important work still to do for the people of
my state.”
“You mean
that you have more money you want to add to the
four million dollars that you have gained since
being elected to the Senate.”“Name your
price.”
“You are
a fool to think your money has any meaning to me.
I have severed heads for less than your pathetic
bribe.”
“Sorry,
sorry.”
“Your new
home will be in the fires of Hell that you will
share for eternity with countless thousands of
other politicians from every country on Earth
past and present.”
As the Reaper
was speaking, Rawlings noticed that his eyes were
focused on what was obviously a female figure
totally covered by the top sheet. In particular,
the Reaper's gaze was centered on what were
undoubtedly two large breasts.
Rawlings
tossed out a Hail Mary. “Reaper, give me ten
more years to live, two minutes to put on some
clothing and I will be gone. My mistress will be
yours.”
“I could
easily send you to Hell at any moment and still
have your mistress. However, as you will find out,
your every waking moment for the next ten years
will be spent in fear knowing that your fate is
to be in Hell for eternity. Your two minute grace
period has begun.”
Rawlings
quickly put on some clothing, grabbed his wallet
and a briefcase before bolting out of the suite.
Smiling, the
Reaper quietly placed his scythe on the floor and
made his way to the head of the bed. He gently
grasped the top sheet between his right thumb and
forefinger before slowly removing it from his new
mistress. He stopped when her breasts were
exposed.
“Damn
that Rawlings, it's an inflatable doll!”
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