....The two gentlemen arrived once again at the same time to present their fateful gifts. It appeared that Ian was empty handed, but he informed them that his gift was outside. The curious ménage all three, preceded alfresco where wrapped in a red ribbon was a shiny black Bentley Continental GT - a very phat whip indeed. Marryane was quite thrilled and almost overcome with joy. It was now Truth’s turn.He would surely have to be up on his hustle to top Ian’s bold display of mad skills. Much to Ian’s surprise, Truth’s heart did not pump Kool Aid and he stood his ground unvexed. From behind his back he brought forth a white box bound by a much smaller red ribbon, which was of curious size compared to Ian‘s big package. Marryane pulled out her platinum Tiffany scissors, cut the ribbon and opened the simple box. She gazed upon the beautiful red roses and silently read Ian’s heartfelt card. She was genuinely moved to tears. She tucked the note into her Prada bag and wiped away both of their tears with her pastel Versace handkerchief.
She chose Truth.
Ian was outraged. “I am reproached fair lady and I dare say Good Sir I shall demand satisfaction.” Ian exclaimed. “I spent a whole lot of time and hard earned scrilla trying to woo you – What’s the business baby?!?!?!?!”....
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