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12-07-2006 12:25 AM |
It's obvious what happened. She went in with full intention of robbing the bank. As she reached for her gun inside her purse she thought about it…. She felt the cold metal, it felt soothing to her calloused fingers. You see, up until last month, Margaret was employed at the Smith & Co. Jacket Emporium for twenty-seven years and she rather loved her job. She got up every day at 5:00 AM. She got dressed. She ate breakfast. Then she went to work. Although most would regard Margaret’s life as trivial and meaningless, she found great comfort in making such stylish jackets. When she wondered through the streets she would occasionally see jackets that she herself had put together; this filled her with pride knowing that her jackets brought so many people happiness.
That was then. This is now. Smith & Co. Jacket Emporium decided it needed to make a little extra money and fired nearly all of it’s workers, just to move it’s business overseas where the jackets would be made by someone getting paid 30 cents a hour. Margaret was heart broken at the news… “I poured my entire life into making jackets, I gave that company my everything!” she thought to herself. “I don’t know what I’m going to do…” she said out loud, bursting into tears. Margaret tried to find another job but after a month of searching she could find no work. On unemployment and forced to resort to food stamps, a once happy worker was now a despot of a person. As she fell further and further into depression she concocted a plan, a crazy plan, to make it all right – at least in her mind.
Margaret used what little savings she had to buy a gun from a street thug that went by the name of Joey Fingers. Feeling that she was out of options, believing that her life was now over, she intended to risk it all by robbing her local bank. She planned it out step by step and told her best friend Joanne about her plan. At first Joanne called her crazy, that they could never get away with it. But with Joanne too being fired from Smith & Co. Margaret’s plan slowly started to grow on her. Eventually Joanne agreed with Margaret and soon their plans were put into motion. Joanne would pull up in an unmarked vehicle as Margaret arrived in a broken down blue 73’ Chevy. Margaret would then enter into the bank with her gun hidden from view inside her purse.
As Margaret waited in line her anger boiled inside her. She thought of how she was wronged by her company, how she was forced to do what she was about to do. But something kept clawing away at her conscious. Margaret had never done a crime before in her life, she had never even ran a red-light or a stop sign. And here she was about to rob a bank. Margaret’s heart ran faster and faster as she got closer to the teller. Her mind continue to wonder, however. Just now, as if her mind was completely blocked before by an unseen force, she started to think about what would happen if she and Joanne were unable to get away. She thought about prison; certainly a scary place that she didn’t want to be in.
“NEXT” – a huge booming voice cried out.
Margaret jumped a bit; her mind completely elsewhere. It was her turn. And it was now she would make her move. As she approached the teller she placed her hand inside her purse and felt the cold metal. It soothed her aching fingers and all thoughts of backing out now were gone. Just as she was about to pull the gun from her purse and demand the bank’s money, it hit her – her sudden, uncontrollable urge to urinate. You see, Margaret had been diagnosed years ago with urinary incontinence and as such her bladder muscles just could not hold in her urine. It all came out suddenly. Tears began to form in Margaret’s eyes as she pissed herself for the whole world to see.
Margaret quickly vacated the bank with a puddle of urine left behind. All around her she heard snickering and giggling. Margaret quickly got into her vehicle and drove off all while leaving Joanne at the bank wondering just what the hell happened.
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Later that night Margaret told Joanne what happened and the two had a great laugh about it. They couldn’t believe what they were about to do just because they were hard up on money and down on their luck. The two realized just how closely both of them came to getting arrested and loosing their freedoms. With a sign of relief Joanne gave Margaret a hug, a hug that she surely needed. Then the two of them started to undress and started making out and shit, then they fucked each other with glass dildos because they both were raging lesbians and they liked dildos and shit.
THE END
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