O.K., this rendition was rejected because I didn't get the original author's permission (read the original submission) and did not give the credit for the original story, (again, read the original submission). Again, the author's handle is ttt59. I have reached out to him but received no reply. He has not updated since 2021. The title of the story is "Could I Be Wrong?" I liked it; well written, interesting plot. I just thought it lacked something. With a little humor and tongue in cheek, I submit for your approval (or disapproval) A Sequel. I hope this satisfies the authorities.
This is a sequel to ttt59's story. It is my take on the post-separation/divorce, with my bent on justice. Like it or not, tough. Please read the original, "Could I Be Wrong?" for context. But I don't care much for the stupid broad's actions.
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This is from a detached, third person's viewpoint. I have been accused of jumping around in my narratives, and story telling. Guilty! I will try to fix this. For clarity's sake, we will call the female lead Jill, her ex-husband Joe, and the predator Jim.
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As she stood in the parking lot, destitute after the divorce action, Jill was sobbing uncontrollably. She had no where to go, no job, no friends, no money, a positive STD test, NOTHING LEFT! And her fuck buddy, Jim, had laughed at her on the phone. She got to her beat up second-hand car, and wept. She would go to his apartment and plead her case. That's what she would do. She was still good in bed, wasn't she? She started her car and through her tears, drove to his place.
Fifteen miles away, Joe was waiting out-side Jim's apartment. Payback time. He had his Colt..357 magnum revolver in his pocket. It was empty, but shit head wouldn't know that. Jim came out of the front door, whistling and turned to the left to go to his car. As he crossed in front of the alleyway, Joe stepped in front of him, brandishing his gun. Jim froze. Joe motioned to the left, into the alley. Jim sidestepped and was soon about twelve feet into the alley.
"You've got one chance, asshole. Run, and hope I miss. Five seconds."
"Wait a minute. She was a mistake. She was a bad lay. I'm done with her. You can have her back."
"Wrong answer, shit-for-brains." "Five .......Four........Three......."
"NOOO!", as he turned and started running. Down the alley, jumping garbage cans, knocking over boxes and trash bags, crashing into a chain link gate before it grudgingly opened and fleeing into the street ahead of him, all the while looking over his shoulder. Joe casually followed him, never taking his eyes off him, as he raised the pistol. Joe stopped and cocked it. Jims eyes widened and he stumbled.
Now, this is what I refer to as an NCIS ending. If you are familiar with the show, when agents are after the bad guy, they, being good cops, can't shoot him in the back. SO,....they chase him. Usually down an alley, over fences, garbage cans, walls, abandoned cars, out into the street, etc., etc., all the time with the bad guy looking over their shoulder. Smack-dab into on coming traffic.
