The Sweet Stench Of Revenge — Part 7.

Find Part 1 here — https://fionadobson22.medium.com/the-sweet-stench-of-revenge-part-1-65e61f065bcf

How time flies when we are having fun. And indeed, these days I find the days fly by, but as you may remember, when Dillon McKlusky bullied and humiliated me back in school, times crawled by. Imagine, wearing panties and all the boys and girls teasing me. It was terrible. But, if you’ve been following my story you’ll realise that fate has a way of evening things out.

Following my little outing to church I decided to formulate the rather more serious ‘outing’ of McKlusky. He called me several times during the day on Sunday, and Monday, and I felt it best to let him sweat. He must have felt somewhat threatened, I imagine. Though nothing he had so far experienced would compare to the avalanche that was about to fall on his head.

On the Tuesday afternoon I called him, at ten to five, knowing he’d be leaving work soon.

“I’m sorry, “ I said. “I couldn’t return your calls while I was on the road. “How are you?”

“I’m fine,” he snapped. “What the hell were you doing in church on Sunday?” he snapped down the phone.

“Why, Dillon, I’m sorry. I thought I was being very discrete. I had no idea I might bump into you.”