Zero hour. The beginning of the uprising had long passed. People shouted from their windows into the pale night over a year ago now and it was only
the beginning. I say people, but I should be more specific... WOMEN.
They are crazed now, with daggers in their eyes and pork sausage in their bellies. It's become a ritual for them, eating sausage as a metaphor for
eating the man's livelihood.
WAC-M
Women Against Cheating Men
The loose gang of scorned women call themselves WAC-M now. Pronounced, "whack em". It started out as a peaceful uprising and turned something more
sinister.
Angela Bastille is leading the pack. She was a surgeon in her former life but now she organizes the movement. Millions of distraught women walking the
streets like packs of wild dogs, blood in their eyes for any man who has ever cheated on his wife or girlfriend.
They got Mikey.
Poor Mike Walnut. WAC-M declared some outrageous laws that give them full legal rights to do whatever they want to any man found guilty of adultery.
Mikey got the worst bit. A dozen soft lavender scented hands hog tied him in the middle of the street and bound him like a pig with satin rope. Next
thing he knew, he woke up in a hospital after undergoing sexual reassignment surgery.
Poor bastard.
Angela Bastille has preformed more of these than a $10 doctor in Thailand. And this is just the beginning. "If you want to cheat on a women, you ought
know what it feels like to be one first" is WAC-M's motto.
We're all doomed.
I told Mikey to stay away from that girl at the bar. I told him real good but he didn't listen. It was the way she slurped her drink and flicked the
straw with her tongue. That's what set him over the edge. That's what made him lose all control over his urges.
And now he isn't Mike anymore. He's Michelina.
It's zero hour and it's every cheating man for himself. If I want to talk to girls outside of my marriage now I make sure I use my second, third,
forth or fifth phone. I have twenty five aliases and I keep separate clothes in different places. I don't want my wife to catch the scent.
This is now a cruel, cruel world. And I count the days I have left as a man....
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