Plotting With His Girlfriend

"Where the hell is this story leading?"

"Shut up and I 'll continue and you'll find out!"

“Well now we contact him and confront him with the police?” Opening Skype, typing in the information she found, a picture opens up to a long blonde haired girls face with greenish brown eyes.

“Can I help you?”

Possible is this the address of Grahme Cartier?”

“What’s shit for brains done now and to who?” Jenna fill her while I try not to squirm, thinking her eyes are penetrating me then the words I was dreading for some reason “So is it possible I can talk with her?” Jenna looks to me “Sure hang on Tammy!”, The laptop is turned to me, in the bottom right hand corner my image appears

“I got to get shit for brain credit he picks good looking ones!” Pausing then “So I’m Grahme’s girlfriend Tamarilyn Murphy and I’m more than willing to help you put him in jail or a grave whatever you prefer!”

“I don’t know what to say right now!” And I really didn’t know, I mean it was like she was expecting this type of call to come someday!

“Well then allow me to put words in your mouth and thoughts “I want to do to him what he did to me!” Oh my god that summed it up perfectly

“If only it was that easy!’ I tell her

“If you can make it up here by Saturday morning, he’ll be the only one home, probably on his laptop writing while listening to soccer on the futon so it’ll be like taking candy from a baby!” Stopping to take a drink. “Hell I’ll supply everything so you won’t get stopped at the bordered coming or going!”

And that’s how I find myself on May 19th in a Tim Horton’s parking lot talking with my ****’s girlfriend learning how to use a pencil stun gun and where to find an assortment of sex aides to do to him what he did to me!

“And this is the most important, the key to Apt #507!” Handing my a a ring with a grey fob and a tarnished golden key on it. “When I left after you called, he was listening to his music with headphones on. So it should be even easier to take him by surprise than ever!”

“Are you sure you’re okay with this

“If I wasn’t I wouldn’t give you the keys and my blessing!” taking a step away “Oh and the only other thing i ask is if you can remember that you’re leaving and I’m the one he’ll be whining to all night, so don’t fuck him to hard!” a giggle “I don’t know how many times I can say ‘Oh Suck it up and grow a set!’ with a straight face!” straight out laughter tells me that Tammy is leaving for her “Soap Club”

Looking over the plaza, I see the green apartment building that they live in, must be convenient to have a grocery store, beer & liquor store, **** store and a donut shop right across from them. Making my way across the parking lot I can’t help but notice how quiet this area seems compared to where I live.

Going into the lobby, using the fob I get in easily, riding the elevator up to the fifth floor. Going down the hallway finding five-oh-seven, trying the key and getting in finding the asshole himself on the futon facing the wall. Headphones on his laptop on a tv tray in front of him. Just like Tammy said this is going to be so easy for me.

I call out getting no answer moving closer i can hear a gentle snore, the Bastard fallen asleep on his stomach. Someone up above is looking out for me today. Handcuffs are right where Tammy said they would be, in the telephone stand drawer at the upper end of the futon. Slipping the cuffs on his wrist, then around the thick steel post before closing the other on his other wrist.