Tears on a Sunday Afternoon - Michael Presley [22]
“Wait, Donna. Kathleen wants me to hit her in her face so hard that she might even lose teeth?” I shook my head. “Women never want you to touch their faces.”
“Donald, you don’t understand the stakes here. Kathleen gave up her whole life for this man. A little reconstructive surgery means nothing to her. There can’t be even a hint that she was involved with this. She needs to be immediately eliminated as a suspect.” Donna rummaged through the bag and came out with a pair of women’s gloves. She handed them to me. “You’ll give her these gloves; then she’ll give them back to you after she stabs her husband.”
“I guess I have to wear a good mask,” I said, happy to know that I didn’t have to kill anyone.
“No mask involved. You put on a mask and it draws a lot of attention. I’ll give you another suitcase.” Donna knelt down on the bed and lifted my head with her hands. She moved my face from side to side. “You’ll be wearing a nice blonde wig. You’ll just be another handsome white man going home from work.”
“You think that I could pass for a blond white man?”
Donna looked at me over and over. “Yep, they won’t even say a light-skinned or Hispanic man. Nope, they will label you a handsome blond.”
I got up and went to look at myself in the bathroom mirror. I had never thought of passing myself off as a white man before but Donna was right. Once I lost the curly hair that hinted at my Negro blood, I would be all White.
I walked back into the room. “You are right.”
“Donald, you haven’t told anyone about this, have you?” Donna’s eyes were unwavering as they latched onto mine.
“No,” I lied, giving her back the same stare. I had learned to lie at an early age. Once an older sister of a girl I was seeing taught me how to do it. As we lay in her bed next to her sister, my girlfriend’s bed, she asked me what I would say if my girlfriend asked me if I would sleep with her sister. I turned to her and looked her directly in the eyes and I said, “I would say no.” She laughed at me. She told me that her sister would know instantly that I was lying. I asked her how she would be able to tell. I didn’t blink nor did I move any other part of my body. She told me the human body had thousands of veins in it and she pointed at my dick. Some you cannot control but others you can. That day she taught me how to control every nerve in my body. Our affair didn’t last too long after that because while we could lie like politicians, we couldn’t control our lust. One day her sister caught us fucking in her bed.
“Good. Because the number one reason people get caught is because they can’t keep their fucking mouths shut. Sink or swim, you, me and Kathleen have everything riding on this. I’ve always wanted to open a boutique and maybe this will give me the chance to do it.” Donna got off the bed.
“A boutique? You don’t need ten million dollars to open a boutique.”
“When you are doing it on Fashion Avenue in Manhattan you do. I don’t want any little small ass boutique on Flatbush Avenue. People coming and ask you to take something off of the $9.95 retail price. In my boutique, a lace will cost a buck fifty.”
“Why don’t you just advertise that you’ve just robbed your boss of twenty million dollars because everyone will know?”
“Donald, do I look stupid to you? I don’t think you would be in this room right now if you believed that,” Donna said, putting sweatpants over her spectacular ass. “I will be managing the store, my brother. I’ll only be a manager. The store will be owned by a real estate developer with millions of dollars.”
“I’m sure you already