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Click hereJoe had just finished eating, while Linda sipped her coffee as if nothing happened a few minutes ago. That smug ambiance did not last for long: John entered the diner. Linda freaked out. With raised eyebrows, she shook her head trying to discourage him, as J.B. headed toward their booth.
--What is the matter with him?
--Oh no, he is removing his tie and unbuttoning his shirt.
She wanted to hide under the table. He tore open his shirt like Clark Kent to Superman, and revealed beneath a football jersey with number fifty-six.
"Well, look who's here," Joe showed elation, "It's Buddy." He jumped up and they shook hands.
Linda almost fainted. John, J.B., is John Baxter, and is Buddy.
"Hey!" Joe looked serious, "I got a bone to pick with you, Buddy," and causing a tense moment for two guilty consciences, "You told me you were bald and fat." He smiled and then said, "Oh, I'm sorry--how rude of me--this is my beautiful, and I am proud to say, my three months pregnant wife, Linda."
Linda is a cheating cunt who has no self control. Buddy is an arrogant prick who thinks his big cock allows him to do anything - or anyone - he wants. Joe will find out and hopefully he beats the crap out of Buddy and divorces his cock-whore wife -after proving Buddy is the father of Linda’s baby and forcing him to take responsibility for it, though an ass like Buddy would likely not marry Linda so she ends up a single mother, depressed and regretful.
Finish the damn story. We don’t read these stories to be left hanging and have to use our imagination. I’m reading YOUR story so I want to read YOUR take on how things play out: the revelations, the emotions, the reactions, the outcomes - TELL IT, man, because anything else is lazy writing.