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After seeing my mum in a fight I really wanted to see another. Fortunately my best friend at the time had also witnessed his mum in a fight and we thought it would be a great idea to have them fight each other. We schemed, planned, plotted our fantasy. We asked our mums about the fights they had been in, told lies to them about what the other mum said or thought about them, we would then tell each other what our mums reactions and answers were and pass them on.
This continued for about 8 months, with our mums actually taking a dislike to each other. However, it came to a head one day when then met at our farm. As I posted in my story our farm was driven in to the ground by my father and the remaining farm buildings were converted into lockups and garages. My best friends dad rented one of the smaller units just outside the back door of our house. My friends mum, Gladys, for some reason came up to the garage to see her husband (they lived 5 minutes away, and she had never visited before) and she was standing in the yard outside the garage. My mum noticed her and went out the back door to talk with her.
They were standing maybe 1 metre apart, facing each other, Gladys in a black knee length skirt and a v-necked black sweater, she was about 5'5, average build, bottle blonde shoulder length hair with dark roots. Her low heels brought her to the same height as my mum (who was wearing tight jeans, flat shoes and a red v-necked t-shirt). They were clearly sizing each other up after months of my friend and me telling them the other was talking shit about them, and there was a really tense, electric atmosphere between them. Words between them were curt and stern, but neither raised their voice or openly insulted the other, and they parted after a minute of so.
If one woman had been pushed towards the other it would have exploded into violence, but unfortunately it didn't happen. After that neither of our mums would entertain us trying to tell them tales about the other as they had worked out we had fabricated the whole thing so there wasn't even another chance.
Aye, it was a shame that it didn't happen. We came so close to it though
Christine size matters.
Your brave wife is so a cute frail thing.
