Blindsided 28

Meanwhile, somewhere on a Caribbean Island, Rochelle and Mona (once known as Shar and Agatha) discuss the events of the last few weeks.

“Are you going be like this all day?” Rochelle asked a miserable-looking Mona

“Like what? The blonde-haired woman shot back.

“Sulky, distant, miserable,” Rochelle answered while shaking her head.

Mona breathed out heavily through her nose and looked over at Rochelle. “I feel bad, alright.” She firmly said. “I think we went too far this time. I mean, did he really deserve what we did to him?”

“Hey, you’re the one who picked him,” Rochelle shot back. “Don’t you remember what you said to me after hearing him talk to his girlfriend on the street?”

“I haven’t forgotten,” Mona said with a huff. “He was a pig and had just the look we needed. But Shell, what we did… It was too much!”

“Oh, come on, you know as well as I do he’ll never go to jail. Without the diamonds, the police will never get a conviction.” Rochelle answered in a jovial voice.

“And you know that’s not what I meant,” Mona replied while folding her arms. “This feminisation stuff has to stop. It gets more extreme with every job.”

Rochelle rolled her eyes before quietly chuckling. "Oh, like it doesn’t turn you on. The thought of that loser turning back up at his ex’s doorstep, looking like the bimbo he once wanted her to be. It has a sort of poetic justice, don’t you think?”

“Yeah, maybe,” Mona said, turning her back. “But that doesn’t matter. I can’t do this anymore, Shell. That was my last job. For real this time. I’m out!”

“Out!” Rochelle said in a mocking voice. “Yeah, right. You love this life as much as I do. We’ve got a buyer for the diamonds flying in tomorrow who's going to pay us a cool four million. Would you rather go back to your office job? Wasting your life away in that cubicle! Day in, day out until your bitter and old.”

Mona huffed. “No, but why go on? We have enough money now to retire. Let’s stop now before we get caught. There were too many things that could have gone wrong with this job. It’s just not worth the risk anymore.”

“Name on!” Rochelle shot back.

“Ok, what if he’d gone to another beauty salon that day in the shopping centre?” Mona quickly replied.

“It was the closest one. Think how embarrassed he would have felt dressed as a Lolita maid,” Rochelle said with a chuckle. “He was never going to wander far.”

“Ok, fine,” Mona tutted as she placed her hands on her hips. “But what about the stuff you were slipping in his coffee every day? If you’d messed up and given him too much or too little. He would have realised he hadn’t been poisoned, or worse, you could have killed him!”

“Your so cute when your angry,” Rochelle replied, chuckling as she placed her hand on Mona's bikinied backside.

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“Hey, I’m serious,” Mona said, trying to act tough. “There are so many things that could have gone wrong. Where would we be now if they had? In jail?”

“Baby, you worry too much,” Rochelle cooed, reaching up to rub her girlfriend's back. “You know I would never have let anything happen to you. If anything went wrong, there was plan B, C, D, all the way to Z. If anything, it was your brother who almost ruined things. What kind of idiot uses his real name on a job and Rover? Really? Could he not have come up with something more believable? Perhaps we should drop him from the next job.”

“Hey, don’t be mean,” Mona said while pouting. “You know he’s the only family I have. And he did a great job. He got the fingerprints from the glass, didn't he? He got into the safe and even removed the cameras we placed in those apples. I can’t imagine doing the next job without him.”

“So, there will be a next job them?” Rochelle said, smiling.

Smiling back, Mona shook her head. “Maybe, but no surgery this time. And no Botox.”

Rochelle chuckled loudly. “Those lips were a bit much, weren’t they? Perhaps we could calm down a bit. But then again, that doctor still owes me a favour. It would be a shame not to use him.”

“You’re terrible,” Mona said before chuckling along with her girlfriend.

“You know it, Baby,” Rochelle replied, stepping forward to wrap her arms around Mona, “And that’s exactly why you love me,” She added before leaning in for a kiss.

The End