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I could almost taste the disappointment. It did not matter, he said.
I rose and collected my coat.
"Jake," I said. "The $ 7000 weren't for new rings. I found the original ones already a week ago. I took the money to leave you and go to Florida. I already booked a flight. Together with my savings that should allow me and Little Jake to live comfortably until I find a job."
He turned as if bitten by a snake.
"You won't take Jake!"
I watched him quietly.
"No," I said. "I won't take him. He is already there.. He stays with Sally until I arrive and pick him up."
Jake jumped forward.
His hands were like claws. I fled into the corridor and down the stairs. I heard him right behind me. But I arrived at the lobby in time to find the security of the guard sitting there.
Jake seemed out of breath. He really should have worked out more. I went outside. My car was right at the entrance.
"Jill!" was the last I heard. "Please don't, Jill!"
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I slowly rubbed the sun block on Little Jake's tender skin.
The breeze played with the wisps of his blonde hair. He yelped and struggled. Getting oil rubbed into his skin wasn't what he preferred on a beach. It would still take quite a few years before he might consider it differently.
I laughed when he at last escaped me. He ran to a boy of his age and soon they were into the construction business.
"Did he call?"
Sally sat in the shadow of a huge umbrella. Her question was accompanied by a rather dirty look. Yes, she didn't like Jake anymore than he did Sally.
"Yes," I said, starting to oil my arms. "He called. As he does every day. Isn't it just funny how he wanted me to find those rings? And now he isn't able to find the one simple thing I want him to find. He has been looking for it for over two weeks now."
I chuckled. Then I started to rub oil on my topless tits.
"I wonder why it takes him so long. Maybe he isn't looking. It is only one tiny word."
Sally looked over her sun glasses, puzzled.
I smiled.
"Just the little word: sorry."
I sighed and stretched myself out on the warm sand.
- COMMENTS
Anonymous17 days agoAngiquesophie - this story represents how you are viewed due to the writings of this story you wrote as it shows your short comings of the outcome of the crap you wrote. You are the wife in this story. ( https://www.literotica.com/s/time-for-talking-is-over )
Where as you completely distorted the original story you were writing about.
DukeofPaducahabout 1 month agoI have not a lot to say here other than Jill definitely had a lawyer’s mentality. You can justify almost anything if you take the right slant. Throw a pot of boiled pasta against the wall and see what sticks.
I recently watched a doc on Netflix where a young woman was gangbanged by 5 men in Pamplona during the Running of the Bulls festival. She decided to prosecute her assailants and police were able obtain video evidence of the group’s prior intent and the actual assault. Though the video showed the victim in obvious pain, the defendants maintained the act was consensual because she remained mostly silent during the event. When the men were done with her, they left one at a time. One of them stole her phone. With a straight face the perpetrators’ lawyer declared that there was no assault because the woman never said ‘no’ or ‘stop.’
A judge agreed and sentenced the men to 18 months for sexual abuse and released them on bail pending their appeal. The resulting uproar was outstanding.
But I digress. All I meant to say was: Any fish will bite if you got the right bait.
The name of the documentary is called “You Are Not Alone” if you’re interested.
Goodreader113 months agoIt is a pity that the opportunity was not used here to present Jill's view in a credible way. That would be possible. But unfortunately, only a hostile view and an unbelievable excuse for foreign fucking are presented here. What would have prevented her herself from leaving Juan without fucking, going to her room alone and later talking to Jack about his behavior? Here, the blame is passed on to Jack. This is really very simple and unfair.
