The two women sat on a bench in the park and looked as if they were trying to talk to each other without anyone noticing.
“He still hasn’t noticed?” The first one asked. A rather short redhead with a defined hourglass figure and piercing green eyes.
“Somehow no.” The other responded, without even turning her head. She was a bit taller than the other girl, but not by much. She had long, straight, brown hair and a nice figure that wasn’t quite as defined as the red head, but still appealing none the less.
“Think we’re clear, Steph?” The red head questioned.
“We can’t keep doing this Becca.” Steph replied. “You know I love you both, but this isn’t fair to my husband at all.”
“Oh, screw your husband!” Becca exclaimed a little loudly. “But, not literally.”
Steph couldn’t help but chuckle, “That’s how this all started. He won’t screw me.”
Dillon couldn’t quite follow the conversation he was listening in on. But he didn’t care. He had tunnel vision on the two girls hands, dangling between them just inches apart. Almost begging to be glued. Dillion unscrewed the cap on the magic glue, and carefully squeezed a fair amount on each of their hands. Luckily for Dillion the women were too preoccupied with each other to feel anything.
Just when Dillion was about to clasp their hands together, they moved and he had to fall back.
“Please, Steph.” Becca pleaded as she raised her hand, “don’t let him come between us.”
“Technically, it’s you that came between us. Not that I haven’t enjoyed it. But it has to end.” Steph explained, the pain rising in her voice.
“I’ll always love you. Stephanie.” Becca said with tears in her eyes.
“I love you too, Rebecca.” Steph replied back as she raised her hand also.
Much to Dillion’s delight, the two women reached out and clasped their hands together all on their own. They didn’t even realize what they had done, but Dillion felt a rush as the glue immediately hardened on their hands, sealing their fate for who knows how long.
“I’ll always be with you.” Steph told Becca. Little did she know how accurate that statement was.
Steph got up to leave and Becca began to cry more, but as she walked away, Becca kept tight hold of her hand, not letting her go. “Please, Becca, this is hard for me too. But I have to go.”
Becca began to calm down and wiped the tears off her face, “but I’m not doing anything.” She explained to her ex-lover.
Both girls looked down at their hands for a closer examination and noticed a thin layer of something between their fingers and palms.
“I-is that? Glue!?” Steph shouted, dumbfounded yet annoyed at the same time. “Did you fucking glue our hands together!?” She accused.
“No! Why would I do something crazy like that!?” Becca argued in response.
Dillon couldn’t help but laugh to himself at the sight of the chaos he’d caused. His brain began to think of all the more trouble he could cause for people with this glue. Oh the joy he’d feel.
Dillion went to leave and cause more mischief when...
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