Troy McNaughtonPoints of Passion -- Part One
October 10th 2007 01:37
Points of Passion
A contemporary western Sydney romance, written in the tradition of Barbara Cartland and imbued with a heady atmosphere of lust, greed, and credit card reward points.
Part One
“I feel used! Hurt! Betrayed!” Riana cried passionately, staring into the molten lead eyes of Cade, the man she had once loved with a heat surpassing the temperature of last year’s bush fires. She ripped from her slender finger the exquisite 9 carat rose gold ring with faux diamond chips that he’d purchased with TVC shopping vouchers for Proud’s jewellers, and flung it on the stain-resistant carpet they’d bought at a Bonus Partner after seeing it advertised on Bright Ideas. “How could you switch to a credit card that doesn’t have reward points!!!!” Sobs wracked her delicate frame.
Cade struck a manly pose next to the fake brick fireplace and heaved a sigh. How could he tell Riana that reward points were unimportant? That credit cards were unimportant? That furnishing their new home in Kellyville was, in the grand scheme of things, unimportant? Cade had recently discovered just what was important. What was important, Cade thought, with a stirring in his loins, was his newfound love for a buxom, strapping young lass named HOOTER.
Riana was getting hysterical. Cheap mascara ran in rivulets down cheeks flushed with rage. Cade hated hysterical women. He thought with longing of his beloved HOOTER—so calm, so collected, so sensual, so MASCULINE in her temperament, and yet, somehow, so charmingly FEMININE!
“Marriage is a partnership! We were going to have children together!!” Riana shrilled.
Cade loathed the idea of Riana bearing his children. He looked at Riana’s skinny hips with scepticism laced with disgust. What he wanted was HOOTER’s ample arse, a part of her anatomy that magnetically attracted him in ways that had nothing to do with procreation, and everything to do with PASSION.
Cade knew it was time to take the bull by the horns. “We’re through, Riana,” he said, squaring his broad shoulders and jutting out his rocky chin. “Your materialism disgusts me. With you, it’s just points, points, points, vouchers, vouchers, vouchers!” He watched with contempt as Riana dropped to the floor in a snivelling heap. “I’m leaving you for a real woman. I’m leaving you for HOOTER!”
As Cade strode out the door and started the car, the windows of which had been tinted courtesy of vouchers from Windscreens O’Brien, Cade heard Riana’s plaintive wail. “But what about meeeeeeeee?”
“Frankly my dear, I don’t give one goddamn Telstra Visa point about you!” he yelled out the window, speeding toward the bliss that awaited him in the arms of HOOTER.
To be continued…
A contemporary western Sydney romance, written in the tradition of Barbara Cartland and imbued with a heady atmosphere of lust, greed, and credit card reward points.
Part One
“I feel used! Hurt! Betrayed!” Riana cried passionately, staring into the molten lead eyes of Cade, the man she had once loved with a heat surpassing the temperature of last year’s bush fires. She ripped from her slender finger the exquisite 9 carat rose gold ring with faux diamond chips that he’d purchased with TVC shopping vouchers for Proud’s jewellers, and flung it on the stain-resistant carpet they’d bought at a Bonus Partner after seeing it advertised on Bright Ideas. “How could you switch to a credit card that doesn’t have reward points!!!!” Sobs wracked her delicate frame.
Riana was getting hysterical. Cheap mascara ran in rivulets down cheeks flushed with rage. Cade hated hysterical women. He thought with longing of his beloved HOOTER—so calm, so collected, so sensual, so MASCULINE in her temperament, and yet, somehow, so charmingly FEMININE!
“Marriage is a partnership! We were going to have children together!!” Riana shrilled.
Cade loathed the idea of Riana bearing his children. He looked at Riana’s skinny hips with scepticism laced with disgust. What he wanted was HOOTER’s ample arse, a part of her anatomy that magnetically attracted him in ways that had nothing to do with procreation, and everything to do with PASSION.
As Cade strode out the door and started the car, the windows of which had been tinted courtesy of vouchers from Windscreens O’Brien, Cade heard Riana’s plaintive wail. “But what about meeeeeeeee?”
“Frankly my dear, I don’t give one goddamn Telstra Visa point about you!” he yelled out the window, speeding toward the bliss that awaited him in the arms of HOOTER.
To be continued…
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