STICKS, MAYBE STONES TOO

Liar Liar

Brandon

As he sat there watching Elvis deny everything with confidence out the police station, Brandon did not feel sad or even angry, contrary to everyone's expectations he even had a smile on his face. A smile that could make one feel chill running down their spine. It felt like he was a cat playing hide and seek with his meal before taking the final strike. All the  chess pieces had to fall in place before he revealed his ultimate weapon. He was enjoying this game, loving the thrill. He was the ghost looming above everyone else in the shadows, the character in the game that everyone ignored  but ends up being the culprit.

He was giving the Morrisons time, time to feel relaxed and slacken their defenses. Janet still had to come out of hiding, both of them had to pay for all they had done. They had tortured Tony before killing but one had to wonder, if their main goal was his wealth why torture him, wife beat him up?, why drug him? why flaunt you relationship before handing the blow, the answer was very simple, Janet. Janet's mind was clouded so much buy hate and revenge, she had concluded that Tony was trying to snatch her man, Elvis had changed since he started 'dating' Tony and Janet was not happy with it.

How ridiculous and hypocritical her thought process was, the whole dating Tony thing had bee her idea and when her man started falling for him she blamed him. How was Tony to know Elvis was married and using him for money? In any case the one to blame should have been the two of them and especially Elvis. Their shamelessness knew no bounds, no wonder they were couple, they fit together like peas in pod. Retribution was coming and their will be no chance to escape. 

Email alerts from brought Brandon back to the present no one wrote him email so the only one they could be from was Country T University! His almost leapt out of his chest, he was very anxious it had been a whole week of lying to George about his school schedule. He had blamed the school for being slow, for wasting his time, he had cursed out the school system for making him wait, talk about lying with a straight face.

Today was the day he would find out his fate, was all the lying for a cause or was he going to have to explain why his timetable only had weekend classes, what would he be doing during the week. With trembling fingers he clicked on the email, there was no need postponing the inevitable.

Dear sir,

Re; Admission.

It is with great regret that we have to deny your admission request, the class of year xxxx had already picked out students. Though qualified to join said class your admission request came late...  Brandon felt his heart sink, this was his chance, he could finally take the career path of his choice but the door was already closing even before he could try

however the university is carrying out a computer contest next week on Thursday should you want to  participate. Hopefuls for admission into the IT class that did not make the first cut are advised to participate as the first three get admission and a half paid scholarship.  Boy was he glad he had read the mail through to the end, had his disappointment carried him her way he would not have seen the last part. All was not lost, he still had a chance, all he had to do was win the competition.

The only downside to this was that he had to face up and tell his husband and tell the truth, his lying days had come to a premature end. That evening he had made made dinner and waited for George to get off of work, lately he had been like a little good stay at home hubby, since that night that had almost gotten carried away in their moment of passion Brandon had been in charge of making their meals. He had figured out that he had to contribute somehow, George went to work everyday and provided everything that they need so the least he could do was taking over the kitchen duties. Brandon had never liked on depending on others but he had no choice in the matter.

He made George's favourite dumplings with pickled cabbage, the man was not a picky eater but Brandon was trying to butter him up. When they were about to finish their dinner Brandon pulls out the schedule he had printed out the previous week placing it on the dinner table, "my schedule." that was all he said. As if that would explain everything,

"I have already seen it." replies George giving away no emotions on his face.

'Wait! What! How has he seen it? I have not shown this to him before! Where did he see it' Brandon thought to himself in panic. He had kept this print out in his room and he was a hundred percent sure George has not entered his room since that night, they always stayed out of each other's space.

"What? Cat got your tongue?" George chuckled seeing the panic in his hubby's face. "Brandy I had no idea idea you wear a liar. Poor university was almost cursed to closure by you! I have never met someone who could lie like you." The smile on George's face was one of mockery, he was enjoying the current situation, the changes of emotions on Brandon's face was entertaining to watch.

"When?" that was all Brandon could ask, he felt trapped.

"The day you got it from your school," George had watched Brandon lie through his teeth for a whole week and had said nothing.

"What? Last week? Was it fun watching me make a fool of myself?" Brandon was angry, George had  made him look like a fool. Why had he not said anything all this time?

"Calm down little kitten! I am not the one that lied, so don't go get angry at me. In fact I am the one supposed to be mad. Yo have lied to me for a whole week. Why?" George had always been a straight forward guy. All he wanted now was an explanation.

An embarrassed Brandon had to finally tell the truth, "I applied for a new course.

George: which one?

Brandon: IT

George: why did you not tell me then?

Brandon: I was scared, I thought you would say no.

George: Do I look that unreasonable to you? (he could not understand why Brandon had come to that conclusion)

Brandon: No, It not that. I wanted to let you know after I had gotten accepted.

George: So, did you get in?

Brandon: No, but there is a contest next week. If I win I get in with partial scholarship. Will you get some one to drive me to University T.

George: No need, I will drive you myself.

George had always had a soft spot for people that loved education. He had  forgotten his disappointment when Brandon had explained his reasons for lying. He was going to make sure Brandon got in even if it meant pulling some strings. With a promise to do well at the contest the husbands had a peaceful meal ready to tackle whatever the world would throw at them.