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what your problem is?” She put her hand on her hip.
    “No sweetheart, tell me. I can’t wait to hear this.”
    “You don’t got nothing to do with your life.” I realized in the instant that she was quoting Tony Montana in Scarface . My lips drew into a smile at her choppy Cuban accent. “Why don’t you get a job? Work with lepers. Blind kids. Anything’s gotta be better than lying around all day waiting for me to fuck you.”

I was at a loss for words. I stood and started clapping. Shit that was impressive. “Bravo! Bravo!”
    Kari took a bow and did a little curtsy. “Thank you very much. I studied with the best, Denzel, James Earl and Samuel L.”
    “I love you.” That slipped out again.
    There was this awkward silence while we eat dinner. Kari would delicately chew her food and steal little glances at me from across the table. I love the way she chews. She switches sides when she chews her food. I bet she doesn’t even know she’s doing this.
    “This is really good.” I spoke to end the silence.
    “I’m sorry if it’s too salty. I always overdo it with the salt.”
    “No, it’s perfect.” I bit a piece of hen off the bone.
    “How was work?”
    “Boring, I thought about you half the time.” More like seventy percent of the time.
    “I thought about you too.”
    “Good things or bad things?”
    “Both.”
    “How can I make you think good things only?”
    “I don’t know.”
    “I will think of something. I will surprise you.”
    “I don’t think I like your surprises.”
    “Why would you say that?”
    “One minute hair and nails, next minute handcuffed to a bed. Your surprises are not the norm.”
    “I promise the next surprise will be one you really like. If not I will keep surprising you until I do it right.”
    “Do you want more wine?” She asked.
    “Are you trying to get me drunk?” She didn’t answer. She just winked at me. That’s one of my moves.
    After dinner Kari started piling the dishes into the sink. She rinsed them before she placed them in the dishwasher.
    I decided to go to the restroom. I’m not sure why the tacky ass German wine was running right through me. I need to introduce Kari to Italian wines.
    I left the kitchen and took a quick whiz in the guest bathroom. I washed in hands and ventured back to my Kari. I entered the kitchen. Kari wasn’t at the sink. My eyes jumped to the table. She wasn’t there either.
    Kari was unlocking to back door. Well she was trying to. She turned back and saw me noticing her. She started hurriedly trying to unlock and open the door. I ran across the room and as soon as the door opened I slammed my body into Kari knocking the door close. It was much harder than I intended.
    I eased off of her body and she turned around and started attacking me. I was stunned as her fist s hit my chest. She was punching me. I grabbed her wrists and wrestled her down to the kitchen floor.
    I waited for her to calm down before I released her wrists. That’s when she tried to hit me with her closed fist right in my face. My reflexes were superb. She hadn’t figured that out by now? I caught her fist in my hand and roughly pushed it down into her lap. Her fist slapped her thigh hard and fast.
    “You’re trying to hurt me, punch me.” I couldn’t hide my downright outrage. “Where did all this violence come from?”
    “This is how I’ve always been.” She was heated.
    “Bullshit, you were a sweet little nympho. No w you’re a ball-busting witch.”
    “I’ve never been kidnapped before.”
    “You’re not going to be satisfied until there’s an Amber Alert and a warrant out for my arrest. Please give it a rest.”
    “Fine.”
    “Fuck fine. I should paddle your ass until you bleed.”
    “I don’t care what you do to me.”
    “You care sweetheart.”
    “No, fuck you.”
    “Who are you?” I asked.
    “Who are you?” She glared.
    “You’re acting like a two year old. I know you care.”
    “Fine , I care. Look I will give it a