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Click hereWith his arm possessively around her waist was a handsome, well-built man who I took to be Jerry.
They didn't notice me until they stopped where I was standing in front of the door. There wasn't any shock or surprise on my part although I was completely heartbroken to witness her deliberate betrayal. I wasn't too sure what was going on in her mind. I had already faced my demons Friday night... and Saturday... and Sunday... and in the doctor's office.
Jerry didn't have a clue who I was and stood there smiling at me while Nancy was looking back at someone. I thought about taking that stupid grin off his face but then I noticed that Nancy wasn't wearing her wedding ring. It was, I thought, entirely possible he didn't even know she was married but then I remembered her phone call that Saturday morning to this piece of trash.
Nancy turned and had that 'deer in the headlights' look I had heard about so many times but had never really seen 'till now.
"Hi," I said.
"Hello," he replied. He held her tighter to him, in his mind setting a boundary between the two of them and me. It was a subconscious move on his part but quite evident to me, having to work around teenagers all day long. I wanted to kill him that moment. He seemed to become a little nervous since I had not moved out of his 'space' and he anxiously looked for Canton to unlock the door.
"Huh?" I was brought abruptly back to the present by the waitress asking if we wanted dessert. My wonderful Belle, as usual, went for New York cheesecake with strawberries and I, the good American that I thought I was, asked for apple pie with a big scoop of vanilla.
If I had known then, so many years ago, what I eventually knew later, I would have treated the situation so differently. What eventually happened, none of us deserved.
Nancy was still eating at the table near the windows and I couldn't look away.
1 star. It was a very well written story, but the whole idiotic "oh i love her, oh i don't want the doctor to think she's a slut even though she is and he thinks it's my fault" and other BS.... that guy deserves all the bad things in his life for his sheer stupidity.
The style of writing is hard to follow with all the jumping around so I not exactly sure who is talking to who at times.
"So, she was a Negro... she was still a person who deserved respect"
The shame is that you don't even realize just how condescending and insulting that statement is...
As to the story... Your protagonist isn't reality based... Considering the situations he's been faced with there is no way in the world that he would be in doubt about dumping this bitch... His confusion is extremely unrealistic... She gave him the clap f'crisakes... And bragged to her lover about giving him her ass... And vowed that her hubby would never get it because it was his alone... And this is the bitch he's in confusion about dumping... Get real...
-jaye-
Or you do. The transitions! It was like literary ADHD.
This lady is second best author on this site, by any gender writer. I have thoroughly enjoyed all your stories. That doesn't happen often at all ! I am impressed. Thank you.
(roscovich)
The writing was well done and I had no problems with the language usage, but a story doesn't refer several times to things found out later and then end with no follow up. This is as bad as Just Plain Bob.
"Little whorish? I know, but there's nothing I can do about that." I was dying with laughter. Great story, messed up situation.
which foster lies and deceits. TK U MLJ LV NV
And I was very pleasantly surprised at this story and this Author very competent and even wonderful interpretation of her feelings and thoughts. All thru this Author project this lovely feminine feelings that are a balm to any heart.
Very well done Sophie and good luck for the future Writings. Ross