Dear Mistress Vicky,
My husband is a big fan of woman fighting. I must admit I had never been in a fight with another woman and I never could see what was the big attraction. Recently I was in a court case and I won. I am 37 years old, 5 foot 4 inches, 120 lbs, and my husband is turned on by my 34D breasts. The woman that lost the case and her sister saw me in the parking lot and she walked over to me. She is young, in her early 20s, approximately 5 foot 7-8, 160-170 lbs, 36DD I was wearing a conservative blue dress and this bitch walked up to me, grabbing my dress with both of her hands calling me a liar, and demanding the check that was given to her in the court. I was pushing at her and crying out for her to let me go. She pushed me back and somehow I managed to grab her blouse. I fell over onto my ass and my dress ripped halfway down the front. Her blouse ripped completely off of her. She grabbed my hair and she pulled me up to my feet. I was screaming and I could feel tears rolling down my cheeks. I looked over at my husband and called out for him to help me. The woman slapped me so hard across my face that I was spun around and I fell over onto the parking lot floor. She picked me up by my hair with one hand. I screamed again and I couldn't believe that my husband or no one else for that matter came to my defense. She slapped my face hard again with her free hand asking me if I was ready to give her the check back. I was crying and told her she could have the check. She let go of me and I fell over onto the parking lot floor and I crawled as quickly as I could to where my pocket book was. I opened my pocket book and I pulled the envelope out with the check in it. I was crying like a baby and I could taste my blood. I begged her to take the check and after she grabbed it, she grabbed my hair, and she pulled me to my feet again. Then she grabbed my bra and screamed that if I told the police, she knows where I live and she would kill me. Then she pulled my bra down and her and her sister walked off. My husband held me in his arms while I cried. I am so pissed off that my husband didn't help me. I'm even more pissed off because he keep talking about how turned on he was. I don't know why I let him talk me into writing this story to you.
Linda
