I Write Sins, Not Tragedies
by Panic! At The Disco
Oh, well imagine; as I'm pacing the pews in a church corridor,
and I can't help but to hear, no I can't help but to hear an exchanging of words:
"What a beautiful wedding!", "What
a beautiful wedding!" says a bridesmaid to a waiter.
"And yes, but what a shame, what a shame, the poor groom's bride
is a whore."
I'd chime in with a "Haven't you people ever heard of closing the goddamn door ?!!"
No, it's much
better to face these kinds of things with a sense of poise and rationality.
I'd chime in "Haven't you people ever heard
of closing the goddamn door?!!"
No, it's much better to face these kinds of things with a sense of...
Oh, Well
in fact, well I'll look at it this way, I mean technically our marriage is saved
Well this calls for a toast, so pour
the champagne
Oh! Well in fact, well I'll look at it this way, I mean technically our marriage is saved
Well this
calls for a toast, so pour the champagne, pour the champagne
I'd chime in with a "Haven't you people ever heard of
closing the goddamn door?!!"
No, it's much better to face these kinds of things with a sense of poise and rationality.
I'd chime in "Haven't you people ever heard of closing the goddamn door?!!"
No, it's much better to face these kinds
of things with a sense of poise and rationality.
Again...
I'd chime in "Haven't you people ever heard of closing
the goddamn door?!!"
No, it's better to face these kinds of things with a sense of poise and rationality.
I'd chime
in "Haven't you people ever heard of closing the goddamn door?!!"
No, it's much better to face these kinds of things with
a sense of poise and rationality.
Again...
Lynn was still preparing for the night's bloody messes, even
though the show had already started. She was leaning over the supply box when the first victim came in. She didn't have to
look to know who it was. She let out a sigh. "Sandman, when are you going to stop busting yourself open?"
He trapped her between his body and the counter with his hands
on either side. He loudly sniffed her long blonde hair. "Maybe when we don't have such a beautiful doc around."
"I'm getting married in two weeks to an old friend of your's."
"Which one?"
"Stevie."
His right hand moved to her hip. "I suppose congratulations
are in order." He spun her around. "How about a kiss for good luck?"
She tried to push him away. "Knock it off, Jim. You know Stevie
wouldn't be happy about that."
"No, but I would." He smiled.
"Sit down. Let me fix you up."
He laughed before turning to the table, and sitting. "I don't
know why you bother."
"Because I don't want to slip on your blood." She grabbed a
few gauze pads, and cleaned the blood from his face. She placed the gauze over the wound in the center of his forehead, then
grabbed his hand. "Hold it there." She turned to the box, and grabbed a big enough bandage.
As she applied the bandage, he looked down her shirt. "Nice
tits."
"Thanks, I think."
Once she was finished, he grabbed her wrist, and kissed the
inside, then raked his teeth across the tender flesh. "You sure I can't change your mind?"
Her breath had caught in her throat as he toyed with her wrist.
Once it returned she said, "I'm sure."
He hopped down from the table, and stood so close, it gave
her a fright. He leaned down, and softly kissed her forehead. "I tried to be nice..."
Before Lynn could give him a confused look, he grabbed a handful
of hair, and roughly kissed her. Once he pulled away, she said, "damn it, Jim!"
He reached out, grabbed the v-neck of her shirt, and ripped
it open. "If you won't give it to me, I'll take it."
She fought him, pounding on any part of him she could as he
lifted her off her feet. He slammed her down on the examination table, causing the breath to woosh from her lungs. As she
lay breathless, he flipped her skirt up, revealing a lacy black thong. With one swift tug, the flimsy material came apart,
and was thrown to the floor.
"Damn it, Jim! Did you have to slam me down so hard?" she whispered.
"The whole point is to make it seem real," he whispered in
return as he nodded to the camera. As he held her down with one hand, he desperately worked to free his length from his jeans
with the other. Once freed, he filled her in one quick thrust.
Her breath caught in her throat. "Oh my..." He closed the little
bit of space left, pushing his length in to the hilt. As she moaned, she grabbed a handful of the bottom of his shirt, hoping
whoever was watching the cameras didn't notice.
He gave her his signature Sandman grin. "Ol' Stevie must not
be a very big boy." He was forced to go slower than either had planned, so he wouldn't release too soon.
Further down the semi-darkened corridors, there was a pounding
on a door. "Hey, Richards," came Slaughter's gravelly voice.
"Come on in, Sarg," Stevie said as he was lacing his boots.
As he came in he said, "Lynn's in trouble, and I think you
need to be there for her."
Stevie jumped from the bench and started down the hall to where
she was set up. "What kind of trouble?"
"Sandman has her."
Stevie broke into a full run, dodging people and equipment
as he went along. As he burst through the door her nails were dug into the middle of his back, and his face was buried in
her neck as he pumped fast and hard into her. Stevie was in shock as he took in the scene. "What the fuck is going on here!?"
Sandman never broke stride. "What does it look like? Now, do
you mind? Either get out of here, or take a seat. You're breaking my concentration."
Lynn bit her lip as she felt the beginnings of her orgasm.
She hoped that Stevie would have left as she realized there was no holding back the scream that came with the numbing effect.
"Oh, yeah," Sandman said with a grin. He turned to Stevie.
"I love a screamer."
The smile on Sandman's face broke Stevie of the shock he was
in. Stevie charged over to him, and punched him in the jaw, sending Sandman reeling. Stevie stayed on him, throwing
punches as fast as he could, and Sandman tried to block.
"Stevie, stop!" Lynn yelled.
As Sandman sunk to the floor, Stevie stepped away. Lynn jumped
from the table, and went over to Sandman. "Jim? Are you alright?" She looked him over, then pulled his head to lay on her
chest.
Stevie was even more shocked to see her holding Sandman. "Oh...
I see how it is," he mumbled. "Glad I found out before the wedding what a whore you are. Saved the marriage before it started."
