Serious Offense
“I didn’t do a thing, officer!” the angry driver protested.
“I have evidence to the contrary. Leaving the scene of an accident is a serious offense. You know what happens to serious offenders, don’t you?” the policewoman inquired.
“You take away my driver’s license?”
“Yes, and much more than that…”
Her badge began to shine.
Sadly, on this day, I got hit by a car and busted my leg. The idiot who did so drove off as if nothing happened. This was just some wishful thinking retribution on my part.
Play Within a Play
Man: Leave!
Man’s Desires: But…
Man: No ‘buts’. It’s already hard enough. Get out!
<door slams>
Woman: Did you get rid of those inconvenient thoughts, slave?
Man: Yes, Mistress.
Woman: What will you do if they come back?
Man: Think of you, expel them again.
Woman (smiling): And that’s the only thing you’ll be expelling…
A turn towards the dramatic (it’s supposed to be a play after all) but with a hint of chastity as well. Bad thoughts should be expelled, replaced by good ones of loving subservience to one’s owner.