Steve and Kristy sat on the couch, clutching each other's hand as the glowing box shining through the dark displayed figures in a horror movie. Slowly but almost in synchronization they both look into the other's eyes. Moving in their lips lock exploding hormones inside like atom bombs. The kissing becomes vigorous and heated as the clothes begin to shed like slithering snakes molting a layer skin. Moving to the floor the front door opens and the lights flash on revealing the two of them on the floor.
"What the fuck! Kristy! What are you doing?!" Gregg walked into the room to find his girlfriend of two years fooling around with a underclassmen.
"I'm gonna be the shit outta you punk!" Gregg picked the half naked perpetrator off the ground and into a world of pain. Laying punch after punch poor Steve didn't even have time to put his pants back on. Left cross, right jab, uppercut, all landing with precision around the eyes and jaw. Bare knuckles met bare face like all punches knew their place. His face was no longer distinguishable as it physically turned into a target/punching bag. Steve fell to the carpet laying bloody and unconcious next to a sobbing Kristy.
"Gregg I'm sorry! He moved in on me I swear! Gregg? Please, answer me Gregg!"
"Get the fuck out of my house and take your shit with you...including your bloody boyfriend!"
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