Ongoing Story\Thrice
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Once or twice was allowable in Johanna’s mind, but as soon as the third slap landed, Johanna stopped dead in her tracks.
Her pupils dilated. Her breathing became erratic, she spun around and with a wail, launched herself at the young mother.
Punches, kicks, eye gouging, knees to the face. Hair and clothing flew. When Johanna walked away the woman was a nude bloody, mostly bald heap with a plastic fork stuck in one eye.
As Johanna continued to her seat, the little girl, her cute little nose bleeding, was slapping Mommy’s head saying, “What da fuck, what da fuck, what da fuck…”
Once at the aisle she notices Lisa and the cute boy...
