Life was fucking good.

I looked up, as Jennie refilled my coffee cup.

"Will there be anything else, Mr. T?"

"Not right now."

"Will I see you tonight?"

She was a beautiful girl, but not the brightest bulb on the tree.

But she was one great piece of ass and she didn't set me back the $1000 that a good hooker would.

What can I say? I have expensive taste.

"Let's say around 10?"

Jenny blew me a kiss and walked away.

I could hear her, even before I could see her.

She stormed into the dining room, interrupting my morning coffee.

"You fucking prick."

I put down the morning paper and smiled at her.

"Morning, Susan."

"You fucking lied to me."

"Me? Lie?" I said, innocently.

"I want my half."

I sipped my coffee.

"Your half of what?"

"Those stupid fucking hockey cards and comics.

My lawyer told me they were probably worth a fortune."

I shook my head.

"I have no idea what you are talking about."

She kicked the chair in front of her, knocking over my coffee.

I pushed my seat back, just in time or I would have had scalded nuts, from the hot coffee.

She really had a bad fucking temper.

She leaned across the table.

"I will go to the police. I will take you to court and sue your fucking skinny ass."

My ass is not skinny.

"I don't know what you are talking about," I repeated.

At that moment, Pierre, the restaurant manager came to my table.

"Is there a problem here, Mr. T?"

Susan turned to him, red faced.

"Fuck off faggot. This is a private conversation."

"You are disturbing the other customers, miss. I must ask you to leave."

Now she was really red.

"I said ... FUCK OFF."

She looked around at the other patrons in the restaurant, who had mistakingly thought they were about to enjoy a quiet breakfast.

"THAT GOES FOR THE REST OF YOU, TOO.

FUCK ... OFF."

Some got up and scurried out of the restaurant. Others stayed to watch the show.

Personally, I would have stayed, as well.

"You leave me no choice.

I will call the police."

Pierre left.

"Just fuck off."

Susan walked around the table and stood in front of me.

"You have one last chance. I want half of whatever that faggot paid you for those fucking shit collections."

I shook my head and folded my arms.

She hated it when people folded their arms. drove her nuts.

"Go fuck yourself," I whispered.

"You prick," she snapped, as she opened her purse.

She pulled out a small handgun and pointed it at me.

"The money."

I had to laugh.

"So, you are robbing me, in front of witnesses.

Or maybe you are going to kill me."

I stood up and glared at her. She was a bitch, but she was no killer.

The gun probably wasn't loaded, anyway.

She pulled back the cock on the gun.

"Don't tempt me," she snarled.

"You don't have the balls," I snarled at her.

I don't know why I was so fucking brave.

She was fucking crazy.

She smiled.

A smile I had never seen her smile before.

"Fuck me."

I heard a crack and felt something, like fire, burning through my arm.

I fell back to the floor, landing hard on my ass.

My arm hurt like fucking hell and blood was ruining my new favourite shirt.

Susan was standing over me, laughing.

"I guess I have bigger balls than you do," she snickered.

I could see two cops coming into the restaurant.

I smiled.

"You do, bitch, and you are going to need them, where you are going."

Her arm was pulled back, viciously, as one of the cops pulled the gun from her hand, while the other cop pushed her hard to the floor.

"LET ME GO, YOU FUCKING PRICK."

Susan fought like a mad woman and it took both cops to even subdue her enough, for one to call for backup.

Pierre came to me and with Jennie's help, they got me to my feet and to a couch, near the windows of the restaurant.

They wrapped my arm in some dishtowels and we watched as two more cops came into the restaurant and between them all, they were able to cuff the crazy bitch and plastic strap her legs together.

She never stopped yelling and cursing.

"I AM GOING TO KILL YOU, YOU FUCKING PRICK.

YOU BASTARD. YOU FUCKED OVER THE WRONG PERSON.

I WILL KILL ALL OF YOU.

FUCKING RAT BASTARD PIG, FUCKING COPS."

And on it went.

Paramedics arrived on the scene and I was taken to the hospital.

What a fucking mess.

It took most of the rest of the day to straighten the whole thing out, but with the help of Michael's very expensive lawyers, I walked away from the whole scene, looking like a victim and not having a single charge of any kind against me.

As for Susan?

Well, she faced a ton of charges, and with a restaurant filled with witnesses, she was looking at a long time in a special hotel ...

with iron bars.

And like I said earlier, she will need those big balls of hers.

The lawyers assured me, it would be the last I would ever see of her.

By the time I got back to the Hilton, they had already packed up all my belongings and met me at the front desk, informing me that I could no longer stay at their hotel.

Can't really say I blame them.

I thanked them, apologized and left in a cab.

There was a nice Holiday Inn down the road.

I would stay there, for a few days.

The cops told me to stick around for a couple days, just in case they needed me.

I agreed, but as soon as they said okay ...

I was the fuck out of there and off to the Rockies.

I had just came out of the shower, when there was a knock at my door.

I peeked through the keyhole.

It was Jennie.

I looked at the clock near the tv.

10:00.

I opened the door, letting the towel around my waist fall to the floor.

"Just in time," I smiled at her.