Gina is five foot two, her husband John six foot. Gina angrily jabbed her index finger into John’s chest. ” Thirty years of marriage our kids, and they mean nothin? You threw it away to sleep with that puttana Anne Marie Giacomo?”
John looked at Gina smugly. I support you, sweetheart. Ya gonna do somethin?”
Gina looked at John as though he had three heads, all of them empty. “Yeah, you simpleton? Ever since I’ve gone back to school, I’ve met some great people. You aren’t even in their atmosphere, but I am learning from them.”
John went to jab his finger into Gina’s face, but his index finger didn’t make it. The next sound was John screaming as Gina’s teeth clamped down on his finger. “Let go of my finger, bitch, I’ll fuckin’ kill you.”
Gina’s teeth held onto John’s finger. With his left hand, he went to smack her. She let go of his right index finger, but bit down on his left ring finger. When she let go, she looked at him smugly.
“You can lose that finger anyway as the ring on it obviously means nothing to you.”
John ran out of the house screaming and cursing. Gina heard the door slam, then began daydreaming about her new life.