satori and I, continue to discuss….

“Thing is, she could not have expected that,” I said. These women who sleep with other women’s husbands, and she did this habitually. She did it as a habit, conscious or otherwise. She was a serial… this was her thing. But by and large they position themselves as the hot one. You know. They’re the Lolita and the wife is the dowdy wife. Even if they’re forty, they think this. They are the hot thing and the wife is the oppressive mother figure in an apron and they are going to do this man right.”

“That’s right.”

“Yeah. So it never occurs to them, that the guy they’re nabbing is going to have sex with them and go home thinking, that wasn’t all that good.”

We laughed.

“No matter what he says as he’s getting out of bed… getting out of there,” I said. “They have this idea they’re so saucy and maybe they’re not. Maybe they’re going to be criticized. Their performance or their body. And they sure as hell don’t expect the wife to be able to rise up and take them out… cleanly.”

“They expect to win,” she said. ‘When you sleep with someone’s husband, it’s supposed to mean you won.”

“Yeah. You conquered the woman, and the man. But there are people out there in nature… people like you. People like the soldier. And if you run into one of them while you’re pulling your crap, you’re going to be enormously sorry.”

“Uh huh.”

“Like you. You see a woman getting raped and go over and pull the bastard off her. You’ve done that.”

“That’s right,” she said. “That’s not going to happen. Not on my watch.”

“Well my watch is not so stout,” I said. “So I am very glad there are people like you sprinkled around. It seems very important to me. Like that guy I told you about. He’s 70 years old, on a tour bus in Costa Rica with all these other retireds and these bandits / robbers get on the bus to rob all of them. They were holding a gun to this woman’s head and this guy… he was ex-military, a passenger in the group. He got up and next thing you know, one of the bandits was dead. He killed the guy with his bare hands and after that I guess the other two backed down. Whoops! They weren’t expecting this. They were expecting to dominate and handily. But apparently they messed with the wrong tour bus on the wrong day because this guy was on it.”

“Yep.”

“Or like the serial rapist who winds up on top a woman with some self defense training who reached down and pops his nut. Whoops! Now he better get off her and get to a hospital or he is going to die. And this stuff is all incredibly violent, but if there were no people out there like this, then what? It seems to me that some people are due to meet their instant karma and other people are here to deliver it.”

“I wrote about the woman who slept with my husband, I may not be that hot, but I’m hotter than you.”

I laughed. “Yeah, I don’t think that was the feedback she was expecting.”

Skip to Instant Karma…

What do you think about these situations?