250 words on the darker possibilities of Facebook.
"You should have never sent me that letter".
On my knees and staring into the barrel of her gun, I tried to agree. But the gag only allowed me to "Mrrmmph, Agh, Whoot." My mind re-ran for the hundredth time just what the Hell was I thinking when I mailed that letter.
Was I thinking, "Bad idea bud. Never, ever look up old girlfriends?"
No. She was all friendly when I found her on Facebook. We even exchanged phone numbers. After all, it had been thirty years. Any old wounds would have healed by now. She seemed thrilled to hear from me. What a moron.
She was thrilled alright. Not only did I rekindle old feelings, but the address I left allowed her to act on those old feelings. And now this crazy bitch had me hog tied and was about to blow my sorry ass away.
"You do not know how happy I was to find you alive Jerry. A lot can happen in thirty years. But here we are once again. You, me, another sleazy motel room and one of us is on our knees again. Seems just like old times, doesn't it?...........Doesn't it?..........Nod your head Jerry or shake it. I cannot even understand that muffled gibberish coming out from behind the gag."
I nodded my head.
“Okay then. So what always came next Jerry? You would lie again and promise me your love as you climbed ………………”
Oh jeezus, is that a strap on she’s hooking up?
Back to work.................