The two things Janelle seemed to do best besides eating were flirting and violence. Many asked Steven why he didn't divorce her sooner, but his answer was simple. He didn't want to put himself through the hassle when he knew that sooner or later, Janelle would either leave or end up in prison.
Stephanie continued to lie in her coma as Janelle got on with her life and into the usual trouble. When she wasn't harming anyone, she would be flirting with people she could never have. Janelle had this obsession with young skinny blue-eyed blonde women and didn't seem to realize just how unattractive she truly was in the eyes of others, both inside and out. But Janelle was a determined little bugger who wouldn't give up so easily.
The more Steven was unwilling to satisfy his wife, the more she looked elsewhere. Unable to get a ride one night when she wanted to go to a gay bar, she convinced Steven to take her to one so they could do something “different” and simply observe the crowd and maybe even make a friend.
Steven wasn’t stupid, though. He knew what Janelle’s true agenda was, but he went along with it anyway just to indulge her and get a good laugh to himself, knowing it was highly unlikely that she stood a chance of succeeding.
The two settled at a small round two-seater table with cups of soda. Steven sat there bored and quiet but also patient with letting his wife do her silly thing, no matter how doomed to fail she may have been. He just figured she needed to get it out of her system.
He sensed Janelle felt a bit awkward at first but after a few minutes, she announced that she was going to dance. “I take it you don't want to join me?" she asked.
“Naw, you do what you gotta do."
"Okay, back in a few,” Janelle said, eyeing the cuties who’d just taken to the dance floor.
If it weren't for the circumstances and the fact that his wife was hoping to cheat on him, neglectful of her or not, Steven might have been amused at the sight before him.
Two young ladies in their twenties were dancing together. Both had long blonde curly hair just like Janelle liked and both were slim. They were chatting happily with each other as they swayed their hips to the beat of the dance tune that was playing.
Janelle jumped onto the corner of the dance floor closest to them and began swinging her own ghastly wide hips, slowly edging her way over to the pair.
Steven could see from his vantage point that the two considered Janelle unwanted company and didn't wish to include her in their discussion as they danced and chatted happily at the same time. The couple continued dancing but slowly began moving away and further into the crowd of couples, hoping to lose the intrusive pest. This was obvious to anyone with half a brain even though Steven couldn't hear anything that was being said. But Janelle wouldn't take the hint, as usual, and followed the young couple around the dance floor. When they simply couldn't shake her, they eventually left the dance floor and appeared to complain to one of the bouncers.
Janelle bopped around by herself for a few minutes probably just for show and then moved off the dance floor as well, her chance of seizing her eye candy gone.
Then Steven saw the bouncer approach Janelle.
Almost as if she was making a point of doing so, she laughed as if to show Steven that they were simply having a friendly discussion on her way back to join her bored but patient husband. The one that suspected Janelle was actually being told that the ladies weren't interested in her and to back off, which Janelle later confirmed when complaining to her journal.
Steven later admitted to peeking in Janelle’s journals from time to time but had only done so to see if there were any confessions to crimes she hadn’t admitted to. Naturally, he would spot other things during his search.
When Steven didn't say anything, Janelle said, “The bouncer says they're having some kind of karaoke contest next weekend and asked if I was interested, but nah.”
“Oh,” Steven said with a mix of boredom and doubt in his voice, not that Janelle caught on.
She took a sip of her soda and then asked, “Are you okay?"
"Yeah, I'm fine. I'm just wondering how much longer you need to do this?"
"Well, I don't need to do anything, but I would like to finish my soda."
They left a few minutes later, Janelle not getting any from the young beautiful blondes or her husband.
If watching his wife openly flirt right in front of him wasn't bad enough, seeing her damn near kill someone sure was. It wasn't just the sheer overkill Janelle resorted to that was so frightening but also the amazing show of superhuman strength that never ceased to shock him. Yes, the guy may have started it, but a fight could have been avoided altogether. Janelle didn't need to do what she did one day.
Steven thought back to all the times Janelle had claimed to have beaten the shit out of different people. He had simply written it off as nothing more than tough talk and Janelle simply wanting to sound bad and impressive. But the more he got to know her, the more he wasn't so sure she was just talking after all. He even wondered if she may have gone so far as to kill anyone when she flew into one of her rages, intentionally or not.
Janelle and Steven ran into a grocery store one day to pick up a few items. They were in the same aisle but looking at things on opposite ends of it. When a guy that was seven or eight inches taller than Janelle and probably a good fifty pounds heavier shoved Janelle roughly out of the way when he went to grab something on a shelf near her, she lost it.
“Hey! What the fuck do you think you're doing?"
The guy looked at Janelle… first angrily and then with a smirk on his face that suggested he believed Janelle was perfectly harmless.
Janelle dropped the small basket she was carrying and shouted, "You want to play shovey-shovey, guy? Huh?!" Then she pushed the guy so hard that he literally flew off his feet and slammed into a shelf full of canned soup. The cans went raining down on his head and onto the floor right along with him.
A couple of shoppers gasped in horror and Steven turned to quickly exit the store. When Janelle saw he was leaving she hurried to keep up with him. “Hey! Where are you going?"
Her husband didn't say anything but just kept walking quickly to the car, Janelle close on his heels.
"Why are you running?"
They jumped in the car and her husband looked at her with disapproval before inserting the key into the ignition. "Did you really have to go that far?"
"Dude, you saw what the fuck just happened! He shoved me. What was I supposed to do? Just stand there and take it?"
"Yeah, he was rude, but you didn't have to go all crazy on the guy."
“Oh, fuck you!" exclaimed Janelle in frustration. “You always defend everyone else. Always! Then you run like a coward. If someone was beating or stabbing me to death in the middle of the street, would you stand and defend your wife or would you run?"
Steven wanted to tell his wife to get the hell out of the car and walk home but he didn't want to be next to experience what the grocery store guy had. As it was, when they first met and were fooling around, Janelle had wrapped her arms around his waist from behind one time and easily carried him around as if he was made of air. So he knew what she could do. He didn't know how the hell she did it or if he believed her when she claimed that women were just as strong as men or if there was something about her that gave her unnatural strength, but he wasn't about to push her.
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