The Lady in the Dress

 
     His head hung low under the pulsating water streaming from the shower. It was just warmer than icy, exactly what he needed to cool down from a day out in the sun and her image sintered into his head.
      She was just a few feet away, loosely draped in a soft summer dress. The fabric seemed to be her lover. It caressed every feminine curve and sharp detail of her body.
      Smiling like a razor, she let the sandals fall from her feet sliding back to recline on the bed. Her eyes were bright, almost predatory in the dimly lit hotel room.
      “See you soon,” drifted slowly from her glistening lips. Her eyes shuttered to thin slits waving bye-bye as she disappeared from his sight behind the door.
      His eyes closed to better focus on breathing; deep, slow, and calculated, but the water licked at his skin like a sparkler. He imagined it was her fingers tipped with bright polished nails gently raking down his chest and sliding down to grasp the nape of his neck.
      She jerked him back into reality with a light tap on the door. His mouth silently screamed for air as if she had reached in and stolen a handful of his breath.
       “Hello?” Her voice made his heart dance and eyes pulse when she playfully asked, “Can I come in?” He became suddenly aware his body was in a rigid hypersensitive state. Excitement, anticipation, uncertainty, and a little bit of fear concocted a moment frozen when he spoke, “Sure.”
      As the door slowly opened, he postured in his best superhero pose. He recoiled when instead of her hand he sees a shiny cylindrical object. “Hey look,” he stammered out, “I don’t know what you have in mind, but…”
      Three bright flashes of light sang out in harmony with three loud bangs. He grabbed the shower curtain and fell to the floor wrapped in it like a baby blanket. His eyes became wide and full of tears when he saw that it was not the lady in the dress, but his wife phallically holding a gun.
      “How could you?” She hissed at him through poisonous lips, “My sister? You were going to…my fucking little sister!” Her fiery eyes were those of a demon in full rage. “Die motherfucker.”
      Three more shots cracked through his limp body to sail off into the night. “Die.”