Dear Johnny,
Let me first describe what we look like, than I can describe what happened. I am in my early 40s, 5”4”, medium length blond hair, 34C-28-34. I’m dressed in a short dress, made up a little and I’m with my husband Rob at the insurance agent’s office. We get in the elevator and start to leave and I’m not in a good mood at all. The elevator goes down one floor and in walks this red head. She’s in her early 30s, medium length red hair, 5’4”, 100 lbs, 34C-22-32 (guessing.) She has on a slutty short green dress and a lot of makeup big rings on every finger, and I’m thinking to myself perhaps this is a prostitute. Totally ignoring me she gets all excited seeing Ron and puts her arms around him, I can see her shoving her breasts into him, and she kisses him a short kiss on the lips. Then she starts talking to him, again as if I’m not there and the elevator gets to the first floor. She’s grabbing Rob’s arm and pulling him through the lobby saying how she will take his phone number when they get into the parking lot. I grab Rob’s other arm and in a not so friendly tone I say, “Excuse me, but Rob is my husband. I don’t know who you are, but you’re being very disrespectful.
We are just walking out the door of the building into the parking lot and Rob starts to say something, but the red head says, “You are a real bitch, just like everyone says you are.” With that I let go of Rob’s arm and I slap the skinny little bitch hard right across her face. All of a sudden she starts punching me all over my face with both of her fists. I can feel her big rings pounding into my face and before I can think she has my lips split open and my nose bleeding, and I’m crying out, “stop, stop what are you crazy.” The next thing I know her fist comes flying up and she uppercuts my jaw. My head went straight up in the air and I thought I was going to fall over, but somehow she grabbed my dress and she held me up. I could feel my dress ripping off of me in her hands and that when I noticed my husband standing and looking all excited among a small crowd of spectators and they were cheering.
Next thing I know I’m sitting on the ground in my bra and panties and this red headed bitch is standing over me laughing with my dress in her hands. I started crying and begging Rob, “Rob please help me.” The woman through my dress at me and grabbed Rob giving him a kiss and then she took out her pan and paper and wrote down her phone number and told Rob that the next time I’m acting like a bitch, he should call her and she’s really kick my ass.
Patty
