Sweet and Lasting Revenge.
Once upon a time there was a club that had wet T-shirt contests, and to add a bit of fun all the gals wore paper bags on their heads and sang karaoke. Great fun for the fellows.
Someone's kid got real tired of her boyfriend leaving her at home and sneaking off to the Mams Olympics. This time she knew he was there because she had peered through the window and spotted him at the bar with a couple of cuties on his lap. Oats and molasses, someone's kid was mad and under age.
She could not just confront him with out being kicked out and further embarrassed and humiliated. Being a Scorpio, at first she had considered waiting in the parking lot and running him over, then cold blooded good sense changed her mind.
She angrily returned home, determined to have her revenge. She prepared for battle by donning her sisters Tina Turner black leather mini skirt, which she made look extra good, and with bagged head and Private Dancer CD under her arm she headed for the club.
She secretly entered by the clubs back door. Playfully flashing boobs and shaking booty at the bartender, she left him grinning and off guard. She was in.
It so happened that the boyfriend was extra drunk and rambunctious this night, and the more he hooted and crawled toward the stage the more the dancers jiggled and squirmed. It was truly the battle of the sexies. This was a great night for boyfriend and Tom's Place was the best.
Half way through the night one very sexy and his kind of dancer caught his one open eye. She seamed to like him real well. He was on a roll and as he fell forward he swore to the whole house he was gona get lucky tonight. He leaned forward with his tongue lapping the air and occasionally slapping floor. He was hot tonight.
The dancer responded by leaning down low, lifting the edge of her bag and peeking at him from underneath. They were eye to eye for an endless moment, and then she gave him a big grin.
Through the drunken haze there came a sudden recognition. He whirled back in foggy shock and began shaking and shrugging his shoulders, all the while loosing the struggle for balance and sliding in a disbelieving puddle on the floor. When he managed to sit vertical again, three more dancers were towering over him and laughing like crazy.
He swayed back and forth a bit and then leaning across the table he cautiously scanned the room searching the dancing forms for affirmation of the startling sight. She was not there .....what he had seen? Panic set in and his party was over.
After a great deal of confusion, concocting stories, and mind suffering he dared ventured home. Perhaps for the last time. What would he do?
He thought hard and then he had it!. Jump her ass that is what he would do. How dare her act like that in public. No woman of his was going act like that and get away with it. What the hell was she thinking?
When he arrived home he was surprised to find all the lights out and things looking right for three o'clock in the morning. She couldn't fool him. He knew what was coming just as soon as he opened the front door. The thought made him feel even more guilty, and he got angrier by the second.
Expressing himself by belching boldly, he thrusts his key into the lock and shoved the door open; only to find himself alone in the front room. Cautiously he moved through the house checking the scene as he stumbled along. He found nothing out of place. As he open the bedroom door all was dark and quiet. He fumbled for his lighter and let it's soft glow light up the room. There lay his darling sweetheart sound asleep and not a care in the world. She softly rolled over and patted his side of the bed while giving him her sweetest and sleepiest smile.
After a moment he relaxed and dropped his fear filled clothes to the floor sliding into bed and allowing himself to past out.
The next morning he woke uneasy with the lingering taste of stupidity in his mouth. Brushing his teeth, he leaned forward staring at himself in the mirror. He could not stop wondering what had happened to him. And had the woman been real?
He gazed intently as his vision darkened. It was as though he expected the guy in the mirror to answer. All through dressing for work his mind went back to the moment of the eyes. At coffee he stared at his sweetheart looking for even the slightest sign of trickery. She was warm and pleasant as she touched his shoulder and filled his cup.
At his desk he was distracted and growing increasingly irritable as he tried to remember the night before. He left the office walked across the street to Tom's Place for an after work drink. It tasted like dog pi** and the a==+ole*s were looking at him as if they knew something he didn't, but no one spoke. He downed two more stiff shots of Barcardi and tried to piece the events of the night together. Nothing fit, not to mention the little blank parts along the way.
As he walked toward his car he thought about how very tired he was of obsessing on a damned phantom hallucination. He really wanted to just go home and forget the whole affair. He slipped into his seat and tried to adjust the position. It was stuck on something under the seat. With out much thought he reach under and felt something slick. In less than a moment he had recovered a black leather mini skirt, one fishnet stocking and a soggy T-shirt from Tom's Place. He was in shock! And the nightmare began again. How had those gotten there? Who was the woman? Where had he been? And what had he done???
Several years have pass now and the sweet revenge goes on. Someone's kid still silently laughs like crazy while peeling the potato and listening to her husband tell his buddies how, "out of the blue", he suddenly didn't like Tom's place anymore.
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