A Woman Scorned part 2 extended preview

A Woman Scorned part 2

Ashely smiled as she walked down the road, her breasts swaying back and forth. “I can’t believe that worm tried to cheat on me. He is so lucky I didn’t try and crush him then and there.” She could still hear James yell at her to come back. “I hope that he enjoys swimming in that giant tequila glass in this rain storm.” She looked up as the first drops started to land on her giant breasts. “It might make him think about what he did to me.”

She clenched her hands into fists. “But he is far from my problem right now. I can crush him under my new and glorious heel later on. Right now, I need to find that wretch Amy who tried to take my James from me.” She clenched her hands into fists. “How dare she marry my husband!” Ashely kicked out and turned over an oncoming car. “That bimbo is going to pay!”

She took a deep breath and ran her hands through her dark hair. “But how am I going to find this, Amy? I don’t even know where to look.” She turned around. “Maybe I could. . .” She closed her green eyes. “No. No way. As much as I want to squeeze the location out of James, it wouldn’t be a good idea.” She sighed. “As angry as I am at him, I don’t want to do something I might regret. Besides, he might not give me reliable info if I am pressing his little skull against the pavement.” She shook her head and turned around. “No, I will have to get that little wretch to come out on my own. Even if I have to overturn every house on my own.”

Ashely clenched her hands as she ran down the interstate. “I should come up on the city here soon. Then I can start my search. Amy, you better hope that you are out of town.” She slammed her foot onto the ground. “Otherwise, you will wish you never met my husband. MY HUSBAND.”

She spotted the glittering lights of Morning Wood through the rainstorm. Ashely smiled as she came up to the lovely-looking residential homes. “Ok. Time to begin this little hunt.” She knelt down in the wet grass in front of the first two-story home, peering inside the windows. “Oh, Amy. Amy.” She sang the name. “Come on out and play.”

An elderly man came to the window. “What the hell. Are you stupid kids trying to mess with me again?”

Ashely rolled her eyes. “Sorry to bother you, mister.”

He squinted his eyes. “What in the blue blazes?”

Ashely stood up. “It’s just a dream, old timer.”

“I umm. . .” He smiled. “Wow. Well, then get down here.”

“Excuse me?” Ashely narrowed her eyes and knelt back down.

He giggled. “Well, in my dreams, I control everything. Now dance, honey. Dance and multiply for Danny.”

Ashely’s face turned red. “You fucking creep.” She slammed her hand down and crushed the roof of his house. “Get a life.” She stood up and wiped her hands together.

Danny groaned. “My dreams usually don’t do this. Ughhh.”

Ashely walked over to the next house. “I need to be more careful.” She leaned onto the roof. “How can I look for Amy without having to deal with assholes like that?”

She sighed. “Hugh. It isn’t like she is just going to announce herself to me. Hi, I am Amy, the lady who stole your husband from you. Can you please step on me now?” Ashely shook her head. “Of course not.”

She lifted the roof of the building only to see there wasn’t a living soul inside. “This is going to take me all night, isn’t it?”

“Holy crap.”

Ashely turned around to see a young man staring at her. “What do you want, punk.” She put her hands on her hips. “If you know what’s good for you, I suggest moving along.”

The young lad stood his ground as he crossed his dark-skinned arms. “Wow, I have never seen anyone quite like you before.”

Ashely formed her hands into fists. “Didn’t you hear me? I am not in the mood for people trying to screw with me.” She kicked her foot out inches in front of his face.

“Now move it before I decide to use you for football practice.”

He laughed. “You seem upset. What has you down.”

Ashely shook her head and knelt down. “What are you not running.” She pocked the tiny man with her fingers. “You see a giant angry lady, and you are not scared?”

He shrugged his shoulders and blinked his blue eyes. “What can I say. As long as I am not the target of your frustration, I think I am fine. Maybe I could even help.”

“Help?” She raised an eyebrow. “You help me? Why? Even after I tried to kick you.”

He smiled. “Helping people is the natural thing to do. We all get frustrated sometimes. But deep down, we are nice people who are just here to help our fellow human beings.”

“Oh.” She stood up and tugged at her arm. “I guess I should say thank you?” She slowly laughed. “I am just having a very, very bad day.”

“I noticed. Growing to that size must be very difficult.”

She shook her head. “No, it isn’t that. It’s. . . ugh never mind.” She knelt back down. “Look, can you help me with something.”

He walked forward and rubbed her leg. “It is what I do best.” He smiled. “And I think you will eventually find that helping others is rewarding too.”

“Umm, sure. I am looking for someone.” She took a deep breath. “Someone who needs my help. Desperately. You see, it’s why I had to grow like this. She is in danger, and it would take a giantess like me to save her.”

“Oh my.” The young man held his hand over his mouth. “That is a pickle.”

“Yes.” Ashely looked at the ground and shook her head. “It is a shame. I want to try and find her, but well all I have to go on is a first name. I don’t know where to look beyond that she is in this area.” Ashely thought about the ending to Lover’s Quaral and forced a tear to come to her eye. “I fear I might not be able to save her. That I made myself grow like this for nothing. I. . . I can’t believe I would have failed. I am just so angry with myself, and I took it out on you.”

“Aww. It isn’t your fault. Don’t blame yourself.”

“But what can I do.” Ashely winced. “She is suffering, and I can’t do anything to stop it.”

The young man smiled. “Well, tell me her name, and maybe I can help you help her.”

“Amy.”

He raised an eyebrow. “Oh, I know her.” He turned around and pointed down the street. “Last house before the bookstore. But I am not surprised she needs help. With how much she drinks, she was bound to get into some kind of trouble someday. I am glad you are here to help her protect her from herself. You are good people.”

Ashely stood up. “Yes. Yes, I am.” She sneered. “Thank you for the info.”

He smiled and waved to her. “Of course. Tell her Kam said hi.”

“Don’t worry, I will.” She turned around. “Have a nice night.” She snickered as she walked away.  I will make sure to tell her just who told me where to find her. I am sure she will be happy to know that when I am squeezing her between my palms.  Ashley shivered as the rain continued to rain down on her skin. “Phew, it is really starting to come down. I do wish I have something to wear right now.”

A few moments later, she spotted what appeared to be the bookstore in the darkness. “Ok, I am close now.” She narrowed her eyes. “Ah, this must be the tramp’s house.” Ashely raised an eyebrow. “Not much to look at, is it.” She watched as the rain slowly pulled the dull white paint off the sides of the one-level house. Broken windows and a broken garage made her wonder if this Amy even lived in the dump. “Knocking this place down would be a gift to this bitch.” She rolled her eyes. “Let’s get this over with.”

Ashely walked up and knocked on the rickety roof, causing the entire building to shake. “Ok, Amy. Come on out.” She knocked again. “You have a lot to answer for. Don’t make me put more pressure on this sorry excuse of a house of yours and send it tumbling into the dirt.”