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Erin Lee vs Lauren (Tatt Cat): Final Battle for the Bali Bungalow
It all started about a year ago ... give or take a week or three. And a beautiful overwater bungalow. Here in Bali where I’ve been living for the past three years. As you can see from enclosed photo #1, it’s a dream home in paradise, perched above a sleepy lagoon of the bluest of blue water.
I’d been living in a tiny cramped studio apartment ever since work brought me here to the island. It was time to take the plunge and invest in a home of my own, so I started scrimping and saving. I lived frugally on just the bare necessities, not wasting money on fun or pleasure. My only luxury splurge was a surfboard. Used. Very used. Between my savings and a loan from family, I had enough on hand to pull the trigger and seal a deal.
Getting back to the bungalow ... A friend from work brought it to my attention. She said the bungalow belonged to a friend of a friend who was moving back to the UK. She told this friend of a friend about my need to find an affordable home and about my financial situation. To make a long story short, the owner was so sympathetic and understanding that she was willing to sell the bungalow to me for a bit less than her original asking price ... which was right in my price range.
I fell in love with the bungalow at first sight! It was most def the home of my wildest dreams! I’m a surf and ocean girl ... living not NEAR the water but ON the water is as close to heaven as I can get. I was counting the days to the official closing when I would sign the papers and have the key dropped into my palm.
That morning I got the phone call. The badder than bad news phone call. Seems the owner decided to sell to someone else. A fellow Brit ...
A bitch named Erin Lee.
A bitch who swooped in at the last minute to steal my dream house away from me. Maybe it was national loyalty. Maybe she offered more money. Maybe it was a dozen different reasons. Doesn’t matter.
The bitch stole MY bungalow. The bitch is living in my dream house. The bitch was gonna pay!
I wish I could say that dream had a fairy tale ending. But it didn’t. I confronted her right there in the bungalow the day after she moved in. Woman to woman. Face to face. And we had a war. It was brutal, vicious, primal. Both of us wanted that bungalow and would do anything to get it. Erin triumphed that bitter day when she trapped me in a rear naked choke and crushing bodyscissors. Even then I wouldn’t give her the satisfaction of submitting or tapping out. So, when I was barely conscious, the bitch sat on my face and put me to sleep. Then she threw me over the railing into the lagoon.
I’ve never forgotten that hellish day. I’ve lived with the bitter memory of it for over a year. As I was swimming to shore after she pitched me into the water, I made a vow that someday I’d get my revenge on her. Not only that but I’d evict her from the bungalow she stole from me.
I’ve stayed away from that part of the island because seeing that bungalow hurts too damn much. But today, an invitation from friends to a swim and picnic party sent me to the lagoon. From my beach blanket in the sand, I can see Erin on her deck sunning herself. (See photo #2) I stand up, tell my friends that I have to dash, that something really important came up. Barefoot in my bikini, I march purposefully across the sand to the walkway of the bungalow.
The day of reckoning is TODAY.
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