[sinclairfan]

From:  Bryanne
To:  Jack
Date:  Thurs 6/29/2017. 10:10PM
Subject:  Round Two

OMG, Jack, these basic bitches Sheila got me mixed up with are are crazy.  So, right after i finished sending you my last email, the phone in our hotel room rings.  And Sheila and i look at each other and our heart sinks, because who uses fucking hotel landlines anymore.  So I answer, and It's fucking Reina's voice saying-You have something of mine, bitch. 

And I made her say what it was, but my heart sank again because I knew right away without her saying it.  Remember how going to the bike trail for the fight she rode in the back of the rental car?  Well the bitch left her cellphone in the car.  And Sheila and i didn't notice, and drove all the way back to the hotel in Danbury with it sitting in the backseat.  So Sherry and Reina tracked it, and realized Sheila and I were in Danbury, and now they were in the lobby calling our room from a house phone.  And they wanted Reina's phone back.

So Sheila says, go down to the lobby, but stay in public places--they won't hurt you if there's cameras.  And Sheila says she'll stay in the room and watch the room.  So I go down to the lobby and I can tell the fight between Reina and I isn't over, because she wants to fight me right there but Sherry is staying between us.  And Sherry says, Sheila and I didn't finish our fight this morning, tell me her room or I'm calling the cops and you can explain to them why Reina's cellphone is in your car.  And i don't want the cops involved, Sherry used to be married to a cop and knows how to get Sheila and i in big trouble and it would be federal because we crossed state lines.  Plus I Don't want Sherry and Reina double teaming me when we go out to the car, parking garages creep me out.

So I tell Sherry the room number and she goes up the elevator to the room to finish things with Sheila.  And I'm alone with Reina again and we walk to the rental car and somehow manage to avoid fighting, I think because she's a little afraid of what I did to her this morning-- i can see makeup covering the rake marks on her face.

And I unlock the car, expecting her to just grab the cellphone.  But she says, get in let's go for a drive Sherry and Sheila need to not be worrying about their little sister's to finish what they need to finish.  Which is true-- I've been wondering how Sheila finished her fight this morning and then still had time to find the spot where Reina and I were fighting.

So, neither Reina nor I really know the area so we're driving randomly but luckily It's still light out but the main roads are a little busy.  And I see Reina staring daggers at me thru the rear view mirror and I know she and I need to fight.  And I find an abandoned car dealership and drive into the lot and behind the back of the building where we're private from the road.  And I lock the doors and shimmy into the backseat and we're in a total screaming hissing catball in the backseat, clawing at any flesh we can grab hold of on our arms and thighs and face. 

And there's pretty much no strategy or holds we can get each other into we're just in the backseat crammed together and the pain from her nails on me is making me literally cry which makes me want to make her cry and we start screaming what a bitch the other's sister is.  And now we're down on the floor on the slippery clean rental car mats and we're both bleeding and fuck I'm never gonna be able to return this rental car at the airport or board a fucking plan tomorrow because of the scratches on my faceand I realize fuck that's what these 2 bitches had planned all along because there's no way Sheila and Sherry can have a real, proper fight in a room in the middle of a busy hotel but if They're just scratching each other in the face Sherry can probably stay quiet for long enough to do that.

So the windows of the car are closed and It's getting unbearably hot from Reina and I fighting, so we break our grip and I need to get out of the car to breathe but Reina doesn't get out because she knows I would ditch her here and drive off without her.  So the drive back to the hotel with Reina in the car is going to be totally awkward but I Don't want the cops to pick her up with the last sighting of her being with me getting into a rental car.  So i open the trunk and get the emergency blanket and rub my scratches and fuck that stings i just want to get in a bath somewhere.  Fuck i just want to be back at home with you Jack.

So I call Sheila's cell from my cellphone and thank God she answers and she says yes Sherry and her are finished she kicked the shit out Sherry and kicked her out of the room where am i.  And i told her Reina and i went for a drive and fought in the car and she says shit get back here give Reina her damn cellphone and let's get the fuck home.  And i tell her we can't return the rental car because of the blood and I'll never make it thru security tomorrow because of the scratches on my face.

So I get back and drop of Reina and get to the room and into the tub.  We're gonna wake up early in the morning and drive the rental back to Minneapolis and get it detailed before returning it.  It's the only voice we have.

We think we need 2 days to make it.  So see you Sunday, k?  This trip sucked, Jack, but we'll still have the 4th.

Xoxoxo,
Bryanne

[sinclairfan]

From:  Sherry
To:  Pete
Date:  Friday 06/30/17. 8:46pm
Subject:  I fucked your man

Sheila, you stupid stupid fuck.  While you and your weakling little sister were on our nation's lovely interstate highway system this extended holiday weekend, driving back to the wholesome Midwest because your sister is too scratched up to board an airplane, guess where i was.

Well, my superstar baby sister, of whom I'm ever so proud for being thirty times the woman your sister is, was driving me to Newark airport, where I boarded an early morning flight to the Twin Cities.  I took an Uber to Petey's lovely midtown office, just in time for him receiving the news that he was able to take the afternoon off.  And I delivered my "Wanna fuck?" offer to him over a medium which even jealous possessive bitches like you can't intercept:  It's called face-to-face, sweetie. 

That's right, Sheila, honey.  I was in his office today and offered him my body.  And he said yes.  Well, ok, I may have resorted to some fibbing by telling him my sister saw you back in New York with a woman.  But even that wasn't literally a lie, since you were after all there with your sister, right?

Anyways, he and I went to an hourly hotel (how does he know where one of those is located?   Hmmmm).  And we fucked.  And it was good--for both of us.  How's he ever gonna un-see my 10 body, you jealous witch?

And in case you Don't believe me:  I saw the tattoo on his left buttocks.  Sheila, written over a picture of Cupid.  Sheila, you dumbass--that whole "Property of Sheila" thing woulda maybe worked if he was gonna cheat on you by getting butt-fucked by a man.  But since he was laying on it when i rode him, I didn't even see it till we were actually done, when he rolled over to get his glasses to get a better look at my chest.  I wonder how many times he did the nasty with another woman who didn't see the freaking cattle brand you made him get.

So, anyways, Sheila, how are you gonna keep your man on the farm now that he's seen Paris?  Oh, and Don't you dare think of telling him you know--my sister can spin quite a yarn about the, ahem, woman she "remembers" seeing you with in New York in June 2017.  Oh and one last thing.  Petey know how to reach him when he wants to.  I know how to reach him.  A way your possessive controlling ads might eventually figure out.  But doesn't know about yet.

Because at the end of the day, you, Sheila, are a dumbass.  The 2 fights we had yesterday--you didn't actually think you won, had you?  Didn't the fights seem awful quick?  Have you ever been in an actual catfight?  Didn't you notice how Bryanne and Rains looked after their fights?  And they weren't even done yet.

I was FAKING IT, during our fights, Sheila.  I was tanking.  To make you think you had won.  And to give Reina time to fuck up Bryanne so you couldn't fly right back home.

Dumbass.

Good luck repairing your sick twisted marriage with Petey.  I'm quite sincere in that.  It'll be more fun ripping your heart out when I take him from you for good.

Bitch.

Sherry



From:  Pete
To:  Sherry
Date:  Fri 06/30/2017. 9:01PM
Subject:  Consider yourself warned

Sherry, it's Sheila.

I mean these 3 things more than I've ever met anything.

First, never set foot in Minnesota ever again. Ever.  For any reason.

Second, do NOT go to the July 22 wedding in Madison.  Don't do it Sherry.  Fine, you're ahead right now.  Quit while you're ahead.

Third, yes I've been in fights.  I love my sister, but if you think those Reina/Bryanne powder puff scratchfests are what a girlfight is all about, then maybe it's you who have something to learn.

Read this note again, Sherry.  I kept it short on purpose.

Sheila

[Figaro]

As usual I'm raring to go from your story. Two updates since I checked this morning and I still want more. Stop doing this to me.

[ralbright2010]

Excellent. Love this setup! Please tell me these 4 ate going to meet later this month for the main event! GREAT STORY LINE!

[Cheeto Fingered Trumpet]

To quote the great Charles Barkely, "That's turrible."

More happened on the can when I woke up this morning than the 13 "emails" in this story. A special needs chimp could shit more action onto a keyboard. It could probably do that without posting every few hours for the ego stroke of seeing their name at the top of the page over and over again.

[Trudy]

Cheeto. If you think Charles Barkley is "great" then that explains a lot about why you can't wrap your brain around a story with some actual plot to it.
 So you don't like the story but you took the time to count every email in it. Don't you have anything better to do? Isn't it about time to go out and yell at the neighbor kids for running across your yard?

What part of STFU don't you understand?

[sinclairfan]

From:  Sherry
To:  Reina
Date:  Mon July 3, 2017. 4:20pm
Subject:  Change of plans

Hey, sis, can you do me a hhhhuuuggge favor?  Can you swing by my place and water my plants and get my mail?  And if there's any bills in there, can you make sure you pay them by phone?  The checking account they get paid out of should already be set up.

I know this is the second week in a row I'm imposing on you.  (By the way, when this is over, I'll make sure you get hazard pay for tangling with Sheila's bitchy sister Bryanne--honestly, I'm surprised anyone who was stuck growing up with that psycho sea hag Sheila would stand by her--must be some Stockholm Syndrome situation.  I feel bad you got more battle scars out of their trip here than I did.  No one fucks with my little sis without regretting it later, k?  Just like those two bitchy sister's from across the street growing up-- I'll settle things with both of them before this is over.

Anyways, Sheila first.  I think I can end things with her this week.  She sent me an email saying to never set foot in Minnesota again.  "Again?"  I never left, dumbass.  I've fucked her husband 3 times in 4 days.  On Friday, I caught him in his office and he took me to a no-tell-hotel.  Saturday he was going to pretend to run out to Home Depot to see me, but Sheila went with him so we had to cancel.  But yesterday he and I fucked in his car at a park when he told Sheila he was at church.  And this afternoon we met at his office again.  He's going away with the sea hag for the 4th tomorrow, but he's going to the office again Wed/Thurs/Fri.  If i can fuck him all 3 days, the sea hag will know he wants me more, and that she can't stop me, and that the stay out of Minnesota thing was an idle threat.

Oh, and Reina, one last thing.  I know I started with Petey because he was an unrequited loose end from my past.  But I need to tell you a secret, having been with him.  I am in Lo-ooovvvveee.  Reina, he is The One.  I'm totally serious.  I want to take him from Sheila and make him mine.  Like, for good.

So, be patient with me for another week, k? 

Sister's 4-eva,
Sherry

[CatfightOriginals]

hi,  Very unique approach.  Nicely done.   Catwriter

[sinclairfan]

From:  Sheila
To:  Sherry
Date:  Wed. 7/05/2017. 4:42AM
Subject:  Let's cut the crap, bitch

Well, you thoroughly ruined my 4th of July holiday, homewrecker.  We saw some other members of Pete's church yesterday at a cookout, and they didn't see him at services Sunday.  So, of course, he was with you.

It's bad enough you'd borrow a man from his wife.  You'd borrow him from his Church?  On a Sunday morning?  Really?

Sherry, we can do this elaborate cloak and dagger routine where we lurk at each others houses, get our sisters involved, and then "tank" fights with each other.

Or maybe we can try my idea.  Pete will be at work all day today.  I'll be home here.  Why don't you swing by?  I'll be alone.  It's your ultimate fantasy, cxnt.  You can throw me out of my house, and then fuck Pete in his marriage bed when he comes home from work.

What do you say, blondie?  Seeing as you're such the experienced catfighters, you should be able to take me without breaking a sweat.

Come at me, sweetie.

Pete's bride forever,
Sheila

[sinclairfan]

Text conversation, 7/5/2017, 12:12pm

Sherry:  I'm in an Uber on your street, bitch.

Sheila:  How'd you get my cell number?

Sherry:  It's on Google, once you gave my your email a address this morning, dumbass.

Sheila:  Once a cop, always a cop.

Sherry:  I was never a cop.

Sheila:  You know what I mean.

Sherry:  I don't.  I thought we weren't playing cloak and dagger anymore.

Sheila:  Not unless you wanna, honey.

Sherry:  I don't.  I wanna fight.  Your place is surrounded by cameras.

Sheila:  There's the cop talking again.  What's your point?  We can fight off camera if you want.

Sherry:  I want the cameras on us.  For Petey to watch the redo of our lives together.

Sheila:  What if you lose?

Sherry:  Not planning on losing.

Sheila:  Cocky cxnt.

Sherry:  So what do you say?  Recorded bitchfight?

Sheila:  Fine.  We can fight in the den.

Sherry:  Fine.  And I wanna ruin a set of your clothing.  Expensive.

Sheila:  You've given this a lot of thought.

Sherry:  15 years worth, honey.

Sheila:  I wish I had known.

Sherry:  You do now.

Sheila:  Whatt are we waiting for?

[sinclairfan]

From:  Sherry
To:  Reina
Date:  Wed July 5, 2017 12:19pm
Subject:  IT'S ABOUT TO HAPPEN!!!!

Hey, sis.  Just letting you know--the bitch and I are finally gonna have it out.  I'm outside her and Petey's house right now.  She's getting changed into something expensive I can shred.  We're gonna fight in their den, which has security cameras, so Petey and I (and, then, you and I) can watch the fight over and over and over.

Wanna know something?  I could be fucking Petey right now, and yet I'd rather be here doing this.  I chose this over fucking him.  Do you know what I'm saying?

Cameras in the den.  I wonder if the bitch keeps her jewelry there.

Oh, and last thing.  She texted me that she wished she had known I wanted this.  I remember when I met her in 2003, and shook her hand and practically scratched her palm off.  What did she need?  A formal invitation?

FIGHT ME.  RSVP.

Shit.  What a dumbass.

Wish me luck,
Sherry



FROM:  Sheila
TO:  Bryanne
Date:  Wed 07/05/2017. 12:20PM
Subject:  Clean up

Hey, I'm hoping you're back from the lake now.  Can you head over to my place?  The homewrecker and I are about to have it out, and I might need help cleaning up.  Me, the house, whatever.  I think it could be bad.  For her, of course.

Thx, gotta run.

[Cheeto Fingered Trumpet]

Literally nothing has happened. A week of ego masturbation and literally zero action. You've mastered the art of literary paint drying. Kudos on getting so many people to pay attention to it.

[Nutmeg]

Literally nothing has happened. A week of ego masturbation and literally zero action. You've mastered the art of literary paint drying. Kudos on getting so many people to pay attention to it.

One more post in this thread and you are gone for two weeks for trolling. Given your well known past history here you should consider us allowing you to remain here at all to be generous. You don't like the story. Move the fuck on.

[lalutte65]

Hear,Hear!!

[Trudy]

 You don't like the story. Move the fuck on.
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YAY Nutmeg !