The first time I laid my eyes on Paul, I knew he was trouble. The second time I laid my eyes on him, he was trouble. Now the third time...he is dead.
At first, I thought that I was just being unreasonably jealous, but the moment that I saw him try and kiss my fiance, I knew that I was going to do something that is going to land me in a prison cell for the night.
I took my eyes away from them for a second only to find when I looked again that the buff dumbo has his filthy lips against hers.
I need not even hesitate that maybe I am seeing things wrong; I fling the front door open and rush towards him. I grab him by the shoulder and spin him around
"What fuck do you think you are doing?"
"Let go of me!"
