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Melvin twisted his neck to glance over his shoulder. At a nearby table, their waitress was sitting Melvin's ex wife, Abigail, and a girl he recognized as Abby's niece, Tina. Tina was the daughter that Abby had always wanted, and she'd often comment on how she planned on molding Tina into her own image. And what image would that be, Melvin wondered. The image of a gold digging whore? Not something most women wanted to be when they grew up. Melvin turned back to face Richie, his cheeks pale and ashy.
"Maybe she won't see us," Melvin said with a twinge of hope.
"No such luck. She's waving," Richie replied and took a large gulp of his beer. Melvin turned in his seat and saw that Richie was right; Abby was waving them over with a friendly smile curling her lips. No doubt she wanted to rub how well she was doing without Melvin in his face.
"Richie, Melvin! Join us!" she called, her deceitful eyes gleaming.
On any other day, Melvin would have declined. However, this time he had something on Abby: the love juice. He knew that she'd become irresistibly attracted to him, and he could do with her as he pleased. But it didn't seem very ethical to use the love juice for revenge on his slutty ex wife. Still, the thought was tempting. He could fuck her in the ass and leave her begging for more much like she left him after banging the lawn boy. This was not a thought the old Melvin MacMuffin would have ever had. Melvin smiled and returned Abby's wave. Oh waitress, I'll have a dish of revenge this afternoon, and would you please make sure it's served cold?
"We'd love to," he replied. Richie shot him an incredulous look, almost spitting up the swallow of beer he was drinking. Melvin shrugged, stood up, and made his way to Abby's table, Richie a few steps behind.@@