Total pages in book: 50
Estimated words: 45548 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 228(@200wpm)___ 182(@250wpm)___ 152(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 45548 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 228(@200wpm)___ 182(@250wpm)___ 152(@300wpm)
I pulled my hand back when I caught myself tracing her face through the damn screen. What the fuck? Granted I hadn’t fucked anything in a long fucking time, not even my hand. Somehow tugging one out in prison just never sat right with me though other motherfuckers had no qualms about doing that shit and worse out in the open for all the world to see.
Thank fuck I had more control and discipline than that, and though sometimes it was touch and go, I’d stayed the course. Ain’t fuck to get hot for in that hellhole any damn way. Nothing like the loss of freedom to kill the usual morning wood that had plagued me since my early teens. I’m fucked if I’d ever be hard up enough to actually want this one though. Nope, when I hit that it will be for purely selfish and vengeful reasons. To bring her as low as she she’d brought me.
Fuck, make sure the fiancé finds out for sure, then bounce. Same plan as plan A, but with a little more time needed since I seem to have gone soft in the last hour or so. Do I feel even a little hint of remorse for what I was about to do? Nope. Maybe for the guy a little bit. He had nothing to do with this shit, but then again I really don’t give a fuck. Vengeance takes no prisoners.
I have no doubt he’d leave her when I was through with her, didn’t care one fuck. Maybe it will take her five years to get her shit back in order, that’s only fair. What I do not need is to be checking her ass out, or worrying about why she looks scared and sad in turns.
Even in the bed sheet she wore there was no hiding her body. I’ve avoided watching her in states of undress because that shit just felt wrong. But I’d seen it in the little knee length fitted skirt she’d worn down the street earlier on her way home from work. Her car was in the shop for the past two weeks, or so I’d heard them say in one of their boring ass conversations.
These two were the most insipid twenty-somethings I’d ever had the misfortune of spying on. I also knew they hadn’t had sex in the last three days, which hadn’t meant shit to me before but now for some fucked up reason was making itself known.
I wasn’t trying to marry her ass so what the fuck do I care if she fucks that hump? I guess from the sudden knot in my gut that I needed to give that shit some more thought, because now the shit was not sitting well with me. For fuck sake!
It was another forty-five minutes before he showed up. I found myself cringing at the hello kiss they shared, but stashed that shit away in the farthest recesses of my mind for later. In the last few days since I’d moved in I’d seen plenty of those and they hadn’t bothered me then why should they now?
“You’re not doing this shit Todd, fuck that.” I don’t give a fuck how pretty she is, that snake will never mean more to me than a vengeance fuck. Though after seeing her the prospect of getting between her thighs have taken on new meaning. Like fuck!
It was the fear and the sadness I knew that had gotten under my skin. Seeing that shit through a computer screen and second guessing it was one thing. It had a whole different look in the flesh. I always was a sucker for a damsel in distress. It’s the marine in me, we’re just a few steps above a knight in shining armor. On that note…
I stood up, grabbed a bottle of wine from the rack, gave my arms the sniff test and headed for the front door this time. There were a few neighbors out and about across the street and a few houses down as I made my way to her front door.
I saw dude through the little diamond shaped pane of glass in the top of the door and wondered what the hell was up with these people and advertising. I guess my stint in the corps and made me sensitive to such things. I’m putting titanium on my shit when I build it, backed by reinforced steel. Motherfuckers are getting grimy in this bitch.
He opened the door with a ready smile, still didn’t ask who was calling. He deserved the fucking burn. Asshole! Okay Todd cool your jets there; this guy is not the enemy. Fuck he ain’t he’s been fucking my…whoa- whoa-whoa. I’m sure I wasn’t about to think ‘woman’ but wasn’t exactly sure how that sentence was going to end.
“Oh hello.” He gave me a squinty ‘I’m trying to place you’ look.