Foreword
Hi there. I am a white woman of forty, divorced and childless.
An eternity ago, I studied business. It was during my wild years at University that something occurred, which messed up my family plans. I fell pregnant from a married man, who also happened to be my professor. The consequent abortion was botched up. I barely survived it. They had to remove my womb.
I met and married my ex husband, also a business major, on my first job. My ex, Mike, and I were a perfect professional team. We worked so well together, we decided to form our own company. I was upfront to Mike about my being barren. It suited him fine, he also did not want to have children. Our business flourished, over the years we went on to open several other businesses. We lived quite comfortably.
I lived in happy, faithful, marital bliss until, driving in town one day, I saw my husband walking with some pregnant woman and two children. There seemed to be a family intimacy about the whole thing. On that day, my husband should have been a 1 000 miles away on business.
To cut a long story short, I hired a private investigator. And yes, my hubby of 12 long years was cheating, and yes indeed, his former secretary was pregnant from him, with their third child. All the late meetings and business trips out of town were spent with his second family. I was devastated. But my shameless husband blamed it all on me, for being barren. The divorce was ugly. I took the son of a bitch for everything. In the end I got a lot of money, and a couple of our companies.
For a long while, I was bitter and I hated all men. My love life was reduced to sex with call boys.
However, I am a romantic woman who hates being alone. A year ago, I went against my own judgment and everybody's advice and decided to go for it, with this young handsome kid, Tim, 15 years my junior. Tim had just come from college and was working as a junior manager at one of my companies.
Tim is young, handsome, dynamic, witty, intelligent and slick. He made me laugh, and feel loved and desired. I will be honest, when I turned forty, I started feeling old. And it made me feel good to have this handsome young beau chasing after me.
Tim is a strategist, he chased after me smartly, carefully, giving me the feeling that I was in charge. And he is very patient. Finally, I gave in to his amorous advances. We graduated from an office flirt, to a secret affair between boss and subordinate, to an open relationship. I was very happy.
After Tim and I had been dating for a year, I started having secret fantasies of moving in together with my young lover. By then, Tim was living in an apartment I owned, driving a car I lent him, and I had promoted him at work and given him a credit card.
Of course, when I look back, I feel so stupid. I have a sharp business mind. But get me emotionally involved and I am naive like an innocent little child. And to be fair, Tim is smart, he had a way of making me think I made all the decisions, right?
Anyway, a worried friend of mine talked me into hiring an investigator to have him checked out. I did so reluctantly.
Yep. My heart was broken a second time. Yes indeed, Tim had another girlfriend, some blond tramp of his age. And yes, he even had the occasional flings on the side too.
To think that that young fool was living it up, on my money, picking up his sluts with my car, making love to them in my flat.
I was so livid with anger I didn't even have time to cry and feel bad about it. I wanted revenge. I wanted to punish him, and make him suffer. At first, I wanted to confront him and throw him out on the street like the stray dog he was. But I decided to bide my patience and wait for the right opportunity.
I wanted to do something real evil to him. To punish him for all men on this planet.
My story begins on the day after I had received the nasty heartbreaking Photos. I met Tim in what had become our favorite restaurant.
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Title:
A woman scorned
Fade in:
Night/Int/Restaurant
We see an elegant, classy, five star restaurant, strictly suit and tie establishment. Numerous people are sitting at tables, enjoying the fine cuisine on offer to the sounds of a live Jazz Band.
At a candle lit table, we spot Tim, 25, tall, athletic, handsome, blond, blue eyed young man, looking elegant in a white shirt, tie and tailored, striped suit. Tim is smooth shaved Everything about him is slick. He could well be an actor or a model. He carries himself with confident grace.
Tim's dinner companion is Lisa, a tall, dark haired, pale skinned brunette. Lisa is forty years old, but she could easily pass for early thirties. Her face is pretty, her skin smoothly tanned, without a blemish. Her raven black hair is short cropped giving her a youthful touch. Her hazel eyes sparkle with intelligence. She wears a friendly, confident smile, but the thin lines around her eyes and pouting lips bear testimony that the pretty woman has encountered some tough times.
Lisa exudes wealth, taste and elegance. The tall, dark haired woman is sheathed in an elegant evening dress with an open back, spaghetti shoulder straps and a deep cut dΓ©colletΓ©, and she is justified to. Even though her body has recently started taking fuller contours, the former athlete still boasts of a curvaceous, coca cola bottle shaped body.
Lisa is iced out, her neck, ears and wrists sparkle with jewels. She wears light make up.
Though she keeps smiling at her lover throughout their meal, one gets the feeling that the white woman is not really as much at ease as she is pretending to be.
The two of them are indeed a handsome, lovely couple. One would not even guess that there is a fifteen year difference to their ages.
Lisa and Tim enjoy their delicious, four course meal as it is served, eating, drinking, chatting and laughing, like happy lovers do.
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As the last plates are taken away, Tim, the young blond Don Juan takes his elderly lady's hand and looks serenely into her hazel eyes.
Tim (in a soft, romantic voice) Lisa darling, I just want you to know that you make me feel special, you beautiful, lovely creature. I adore you. (he kisses her hand so affectionately)
Lisa Tim, you don't have to say that.
Tim But I mean it seriously. I adore you. I guess I am falling in love. (Lisa smiles sweetly, blushing) I cant wait till we get home. Tonight will be our special night. (he lovingly kisses her hand again)
Lisa (smiles a dazzling white smile, flashing her even teeth) Then lets go. Lemme just sort this out.
Tim is a smooth criminal. His performance could have won him an Oscar. His lady friend seems impressed as she waves a waiter over and pays with her card.
The charming young player jumps up, helps his lady friend get up, gets and holds up his lover's jacket for her. Lisa slides into it, and kisses her young admirer on the lips.
Ext/Street/Night
Tim and Lisa leave the restaurant, arm in arm. They walk onto a pavement lit by fluorescent lamps. Tim is wearing a beaming smile, flaunting the sexy, mature beauty on his arm, feeling on top of the world. Lisa is deep in thought.
Lisa o.s. I was so mad at Tim I was boiling inside. Such a shameless liar! Taking me for his naive old fucking fool! It took all my willpower not to explode, scratch his smooth, lying face, and gouge his beautiful eyes. But what I wanted was slow, nasty, painful revenge. And the opportunity came faster than I thought.
Two tall young black men walk towards them on the pavement, from the opposite direction. They are Dean and JD, two guys in their mid twenties. Dean is taller, but JD has wider shoulders. They are both muscular. They are dressed in sagging jeans hanging low and open jackets with vests underneath. They both carry sports bags slung over their shoulders. Both of the black men ogle the sexy white woman, with the glittering ice.
Dean Yo! Check out that iced out fine white booty mama there man!
JD Shit! Nigga! I need to fuck me one of them top notch rich white bitches like that yo!
Dean Word son! The fuck she want with that lil cracker boy any old how? He cant fuck her like I can.
JD For real my Nigga. Classy, top notch white bitch like that need some real man's dick, not some puny white boy cactus.
Dean Hell yeah! Big black cock in them pretty white bitch lips! I swear I'll have that cracker lady so sprung she'll be putting a car, house and weekly allowance on me.
JD Yeah Nigga. Tell her like, (he raps) "White bitch, take this big black dick in them hands! I'll fuck you so good bitch, you buy me a brand new Benz, Always keep my balls empty and my tank full, Keep me flooded in ice, and bitch we cool".
Dean Fuck Nigga, now that's some fucking talent right there, I swear! Platinum shit!
The two black men laugh heartily at their silly jokes as they walk past the white couple. Tim frowns. He looks over his shoulder after the two blacks, who also happen to be looking over their shoulders, at Lisa's fine ass globes. Tim decides to play the Hero.
Tim (sneers) The hell you looking at?
JD The fuck you looking at, white boy?
Tim (snickers) That's the problem with you people, always starting trouble.
The two black guys turn around and come back, faces shining with mischief. Lisa stays cool. Tim is raring for trouble, his jaw working.
JD Wassup fool. You a little super hero huh?
Tim Learn to speak fucking English first, alright? (he laughs provocatively)
Dean's eyes meet Lisa's for a second. He winks at her, like don't worry. She smiles and winks back.
JD So your a Comedian huh? Know what, my man, either you start rapping, and show mad skills like Eminem, or I will whoop that cracker ass. Think he got talent, Dean?
DEAN Nah! He kind of stiff and stuck up.
JD Yeah, boring office type of cracker, huh.,
Tim (explodes) Who the fuck you calling a cracker?
JD You see another blond haired, blue eyed devil ass redneck white cracker here?
Tim (explodes) Fucking Nigga!
JD Is that so?
He smiles and lowers his bag. Raising his arms, he moves to Tim, to smack his ass no doubt. Now Tim realizes that he has bitten off more than he can chew. He starts backing away and reaching for his phone.
Tim (his voice sounds like a whine) I will call the cops. If you touch me you will be in shit. I am powerful and well connected.