For Joe, it was one of the worst nights in his life, but for this snottylittle son of a bitch, it was Tuesday. Joe ordered a boilermaker, andnursed it...as slowly as he could while collecting his thoughts. Killingthis bastard was not enough. It would let him off too easy. Joe wantedhim to feel what he made Joe feel. This feeling of helplessness, thisfeeling of terrible non-personhood.When the time came, Joe watched him make his excuses and head for thebathroom. It was then that Joe moved in. Joe. ’ ‘I’m sorry to hear that, Kath.’ ‘Don’t be! It was a huge mistake…a disaster in every sense of the word. I gather you took the same road too often traveled.’ ‘Not that long after you left Tampa. It ended with a whimper rather than a bang. She’s remarried, apparently happily, down in Naples and there’s no ill will.’ ‘I wish I could say the same. We don’t have any kids but it’s getting contentious. I mean, I caught the son of a bitch screwing one of his surgical nurses in our bed. I came home. " I don't know how this involves you, but that means everything. Just go away, Warren." I walked past him, intent on getting out of his presence. "If I were you, I'd want revenge," he said in a sing-song voice. I slowly turned. "What if I did?" ----- After a few sniggering instructions to his mates, Warren brought me to the men's bathroom. He lifted me up on the counter and settled himself between my legs, causing my blue dress to bunch up around the top of my knees. "All we have to do is. Noises were coming from everywhere in the room, where other machines were doing their thing, oblivious of what was happening within the same four walls. Because she didn't seem like the type of girl that likes to be stuck in the same position for too long, I slid out, pulled her hair and dragged her towards the doorway. There was just enough room next to it to pull her up and push her against the wall. It was only after I was back inside her that I realized it wasn't an empty wall that she was.