Driving now and I'm mad as hell too!

Not sure where I am going to end up tonight, but it won't be home... not after what Dan said, or rather what the bastard did.

I suppose it is crazy to say I won't ever forgive him but dammit, right now... I need some time to rise up on my heels and spin for a while... anything to get my mind off his latest fucking confession.

"Oh, Honey... I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to upset you like this."

Bullshit!

That's what I say to that! Why does he feel the need to tell me how ashamed and sorry he is in one breath and admits to me that he screwed some tramp in the next? Even he should know; I am not going to continue believing his crap about it being the last time forever. I would sooner believe he wouldn't take a piss again than believe he will honor his vows to me... from now on! A lot of fucking good it does for him to try to convince me of anything after he has promised and broken his promises so many times.

This time, as soon as he opened his mouth, I knew what he was going to tell me. I think I have been expecting it for a week at least. Dan might as well wear a scarlet fucking letter around his neck; he is so obvious.

When he finally admitted things, I started to play out my normal response to his crap... you know, looking all hurt and I started crying... although this time, something just snapped and I just lost it.

I'd told myself the last time he pulled this crap six months ago... I was going to get even if he ever messed around on me again. I told him that too!

I meant it... when I told him that I was going out to find someone to fuck. I dared him to say a Goddamn thing to me about it too. It was a true statement when I said it, and right now, it is still a true statement. Dan's got it figured out... stranger-sex is the best kind and tonight it is my turn.

As I said earlier, the last time he came to me seeking sympathy and forgiveness, I promised myself I would take my sweet revenge on him. I knew then exactly how I was going to get my satisfaction too; this isn't just something I decided to do on the spur of the moment.

I see the Walgreen's Pharmacy ahead and that will be my first stop. I wonder if a box with a dozen condoms will be sufficient. Hell, part of me wants to take it bare and catch something to bring home and bless Dan with. That would be revenge served cold... well, chilled to say the least.

I'm parked now, way out at the edge of the parking lot. The night air feels bracingly cool considering how hot it was earlier today. Walking these hundred yards or so makes me feel alive and I have a purpose.

However, I considering letting fate dictate...

I can ask the man if he has condoms, and if he doesn't... fate did its job. This idea appeals to me on several levels. I think the most obvious element to me is, if the bastard wears a condom, the act isn't a complete one. It would be like play-sex if there were a sheath of latex between us. I want to feel scorching hot, thick and gooey cum inside my cunt... then, I will feel as if I've been fucked!