The Time Bubble Box Set 2, стр. 269
The cat looked disgusted, too, and he slunk out of the room.
Thanks, Tommy, at least someone around here’s got someloyalty.
Holding the tablet steady, I pressed the button which was tostart broadcasting the live action.
Oh yes, this wasn’t just some video I was going to humiliateor blackmail him with later. This was making full use of social media tobroadcast the video of his infidelity live to the watching world.
If I had set this up correctly, Rob’s friends and familyshould be getting a notification about now along the lines of “Rob West is livenow”. They would then be able to see the action unfold right in front of them.Hopefully it wasn’t too late and they had all gone to bed. On a normal nightthey most probably would have, but fortunately this was New Year.
My plan wasn’t foolproof. A number of things could have gonewrong. Rob might have spotted the gap in the wardrobe door and closed it. Histablet might not have been logged into Facebook, ready for this ultimate frape.The two of them might not have left the light on, turning my video into anaudio-only broadcast. Better than nothing, but not as easily identifiable ashim, even if it was coming from his account.
Thankfully, none of those things happened. He was about tobroadcast to the world what an absolute shit he really was.
The two of them were locked in a passionate kiss, hands rippingat each other’s clothes. Then Emma pulled away briefly, and with a lustful lookin her eyes said, “Are you sure Amy’s not going to be back tonight?”
“No chance,” he replied. “The stupid cow won’t be back forhours.”
Oh you’ve done it now, I thought.
Far from hurting me, being long past caring, his wordsfilled me with glee. He had painted an even worse picture of himself than Icould have hoped for. The reaction he was going to get for that ought to beenough alone to condemn him.
If I was lucky this whole thing might go viral and the wholeworld would end up despising him, never mind his friends and family.
The two of them practically fell onto the bed, and I carriedon filming as the clothes came off. Within five minutes, she had her back tome, long, red, curly locks bouncing around down her back as she rode him.
It felt rather odd watching other people having sex in thisway. I had never seen myself as voyeuristic or had any interest in taking partin dogging or any other such dubious activities, but I was getting a great dealof pleasure out of this. It wasn’t sexual pleasure, but the satisfaction that Iwas getting from carrying out a successful act of revenge.
Did that make me a bad person? Whatever, I didn’t care.
Holding the tablet as steady as I could in my hand, I couldsee the comments starting to come in below the video which simply enhanced mypleasure even more.
WTF Rob – how could you do that to Amy?
That was one of the more polite ones, from a mutual femalefriend.
You wanker, I’m going to chop your bollocks off and shovethem down your throat.
That was a less restrained offering from his mate Gary, adead fit and rock-hard rugby player, who I knew had always had a soft spot forme. I certainly wouldn’t mind him offering me a shoulder to cry on.
But topping the lost and my undisputed favourite came fromhis dad and simply read:
You’ve brought shame upon this family, boy.
There were many, many more. It turned out my timing had beenspot on, as there were many people on social media wishing each other Happy NewYear. I doubt any of them had expected to see anything like this.
The video was bound to get reported and taken down shortly,but no matter – the damage was done. And now it was about time to put the icingon the cake. I couldn’t see Rob, but judging by the noise he was making, hewasn’t far off from deploying his troops. It was time to make my presenceknown.
I shoved the wardrobe door aside as hard as I could so itmade a loud bang as it hit the side, triumphantly stepped into the room, anduttered as loudly as I could, “Surprise!”
It certainly was for them. Emma leapt off him, job not quitefinished with a cry of “What the fuck?!”
With her out of the way, I had a clear view of his facewhich had a look of pure horror on it.
“Busted!” I declared, triumphantly, still pointing thetablet right at him. As I did so, I heard his phone beeping in the pocket ofhis jeans which he had discarded by the side of the bed a few minutespreviously.
“Oh, you might want to get that,” I added. “I think your dadmight be trying to get hold of you.”
I was absolutely relishing all of this as I watched himsquirm, still holding the tablet in front of me.
“Are you…are you filming this?” he stammered as the fullhorror of the situation began to sink in.
“Yep, you’re live on TV right now,” I said, grinning. “Joolsis going to have to come up with something pretty special for his Hootenannynext year to top this!”
Emma was hurriedly putting her clothes on, panicking as shetried to put a sock on and losing her footing, causing her to fall back ontothe bed. I turned the camera back towards her and she made a lame attempt tocover her face.
“Don’t point that at me,” she hissed. “What the hell are youdoing here anyway? – he said you were at work.”
“Oh, I’m sorry,” I said in a blatantly insincere tone. “Ijust live here. Ladies and gentlemen, if you’re still watching this is EmmaRichards, of Jeune Street in Oxford. Now remind us, Emma, what is it you doagain? Ah yes, that’s right: you’re a primary school teacher, aren’t you? Well,what an example to be setting to the younger generation this is, I must say.”
“Turn that fucking thing off!” she screamed and