Paid

Saturday morning couldn't come soon enough.  Beth was already exercised, breakfasted and ready to shop.  She had just reached the entrance to the mall some fifteen minutes away when the car in front of her stopped at the sign.  Beth turned her wheel to the right realizing the driver had a prolonged stop.  Just then the driver pulled his Honda in front of hers.  Blocking her. 

Beth's heart began to beat.  Loud.  The vibration was making it difficult for her to focus.  She needed to focus now.

She backed up and the Honda spun around blocking her again.  She reached for her cell phone and called the police.  They were in the mall.  But no one answered the phone.

Finally, she freed herself from this driver in the dark grey car.  Rounded the bevy of trees she nearly collided with the Honda.  Then he proceeded to cut her off as much as she could.

Beth's heart raced.  She had no time to relax herself.  Her adrenaline was pumping.  A few S-turns and she ran her car beside along the curb to the police station inside the mall.  An reluctant, overweight officer followed her to her car.  She told him the story of her recent terror along the way.

"You know you are blocking a fire zone."

Enough of this she though.  She got back into her car.  She called the police departnment in her town.  They reluctantly agreed to meet her on the boundary of Lawrence and West Windsor Township.  He exscorted her to the safety of her garage.

She opened the door and saw George's car.  Home.  Very unusual.

"Honey, you won't believe what happened to me, " she said.

George was fixing some plumbing.  He didn't stop. Wouldn't.

It would be a few more years until Beth terminated that marriage.  And many more until she wondered. 

Did George pay this guy to terrorize her?