Chatching The Cheater (Patreon)

*What could be more appropriate for valentine’s day than some sort of weird take on the cheating husband trope from Attack of the 50ft Woman? Well almost anyway. Gladys is in her 60s now but she was a star in her day. Her husband abandons her after an alien abduction leaves in in a coma, but when she wakes up she knows exactly where to find him.*

It was a warm night in June and the cicadas were singing like a choir as Gladys purposefully strode by the palatial mansions of Beverly Hills. She knew where her husband would be. Cheating asshole. She didn’t know why she had put up with it before but she certainly wasn’t going to put up with it now. She was thinking about all the ways that she was going to hurt him. Break his body up and throw him in the trash; emasculate him; belittle and humiliate him. She was going to enjoy it too. How dare run off and abandon her? Especially as she had been taken so sick after the trauma she had been through. The lights of that spacecraft still haunted her. The probes and the injections. Well now she was feeling much better and she was going to pay him a visit. She ground shook and the asphalt cracked beneath her feet; she was around three hundred feet tall. 

Reaching the gates of the mansion belonging to Lacy Macpherson she paused and looked down. It had once belonged to Audrey Hepburn. Too good a legacy for this no talent floozie to be grubbing her way in  here. Gladys thought back to her youth. How the men had all laid themselves before her, offered her everything. She had been a name in this town. And now she was a joke. How, of all those men she could have had, did she end up with Thomas Landon: producer, liar, thief and cad. His car was in the drive. She bent down and picked it up with one hand. “Tom, you bum. I’m coming to get you.” Honey dripped from her words like venom.

Stepping forward she could see all the way over the mansion to the pool in the back yard. In the darkness in might have been difficult for those on the ground to make her out, but they had heard her. She could see her fat, silver haired, husband floundering about with not one but two young women in bikinis. “Tut tut tut Thomas, you’re getting greedy.” Then there was a shrill scream as one of the women spotted her. Now she started to run and they both started to scream. Thomas just stood there dumbfounded, staring up at her. Bending down she started to reach for him. “Thomas, I think you should come home with me. And maybe we can bring these girlfriends of yours with you. I have just thought of a way that I can repay them for their hospitality.”