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DRESSING FOR A BITE FIGHT

Rita helps shower and dress me as I get ready to fight Karen.  Making love to Rita this morning was anti-cimactic--the thrill is almost gone between us.  Back in high school I thought Rita was twice as sexy as me, but I think time is being kinder to me than to her.  Maybe losing her high school love to her rival Laurie took its toll.  And likewise, maybe me taking my ex-husband back from Karen will rejuvenate me even more than sleeping with him for a decade already has.

For a normal catfight, earrings and necklaces and bracelets would be a no-no.  But this isn't a normal catfight.  Karen and I want to cut and scar each other.  I put on a sexy, powder blue short dress with my arms, shoulders, back, and sides copiously exposed.  Karen can get at me if she wants to.  If she can.  And I can get at her.

So I put on diamand earrings.

I wear a pearl necklace.

And I put on four ruby bracelets with sharp edges to use as weapons to slash Karen's face and body.

I fluff out my hair in full 80s big hair mode.  I put on as much perfume as I can without Rita gagging.  Rita rubs lotion on all my dry spots, and a bit of baby powder of my exposed skin.

I fell horny as hell, and want to fuck Rita again, but it will take too long to clean back up and get ready all over again.

I look in the mirror.  I look totally bad ass.

My scars from my fights with Karen, with Dawn, and with the NASCAR blondes are visible.

I'll have even more of them later tonight.

But I'll have David, too.

And Kylie.  She and I will spoon to the memory of the day I beat up Karen and re-united our family.

To be continued....

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EX-WIFE VS WIFE BITE FIGHT

Rita drops me at at Karen and David's house for my fight with Karen.  Shit, this place is small.  Karen and David really took a bath when they got foreclosed on in 2009.  It will be even sweeter for me, making David and Karen get divorced, knowing that Karen won't get much of a financial settlement.  When I divorced David, he was rich, swimming in EMC stock options.  When Karen divorces him, he'll just be ok.

Karen opens the door for me.  She got the message from Kylie about how to dress--she has a lime green tight one piece elegant dress, with bracelets and a necklace and earrings.  I think my dress is cuter, but I admit to myself that Karen's dress enhances her bust more than my dress does to mine.  Karen's breasts are firm and defined--that and her hair have always been her best features.  Her hair is done up and colored a blonde-ish silver-ish color which probably has a name but which I'm not familiar with.  I've never had to learn hair dye colors--st 48 I still have my original brunette color with no grey hairs.

I'm studying Karen's body more than I expected to, but she's silently sizing me up as well, watching as I stumble on my heels up her unlevel weathered concrete sidewalk.  We lock eyes, making it difficult for me to watch my step to walk gracefully.  I break our awkward silence as I reach the door.

> Houses in this rundown neighborhood are kinda close, aren't they hun?  We gonna get the privacy we ... need ...  and want?

> We'll fight in the shower.  No matter how loud we .... scream .... the noises will stay inside.

Blood rushes thru by veins as I consider the possibilities.  Are we going to fight with the shower running?  Off?  Little bit of both?  Which do I want?  Which does Karen want?

The ceilings in this house are claustrophobic--they must be 7-foot tops.  The one's in my house are 9-foot.  How does Kylie stand it here?  Why does she prefer it here?  Is it because of Karen?  I can't hold back my jealousy any longer.

> Kylie told me you and her have been ....  experimenting.

Karen and I are nose to nose in the living room.  I'm relieved we've established the fight will take place in the shower, or we might already be fighting right now.  Karen's skin has a thin coating of lotion and powder and makeup, just like mine.  I can count her freckles, her pores, almost.  The only two times we've been this physically close were out two previous fights.

> She and I aren't related and she's 21, what busness is it of yours?

> Because, darlin', you made your business my business when you married my ex-husband.

> This conversation is two decades overdue.

> I agree.  Let's resolve it now. 

> I agree.

> I believe you mentioned the shower.  Did you mean .... clothed ..  or naked?

> These dresses are a pain to take off.  Let's start clothed.

> I agree again.

We walk in our heels to the tiny bathroom, with an even tinier standup shower.  Karen and I, our heels still on, cram ourselves in like two people on a tiny elevator.  Karen latches the door, and wrsps her arms around my head, digging her nails into my scalp.  I follow her lead and grab her hair.

Our entire bodies are pressed together, both of our dresses having ample openings for flesh to press on flesh.  Forehead touches forehead, hard breasts press hard breasts, crotch touches crotch, thighs touch thighs, knees touch knees.  Our perfumes fill the shower, and I inhale Karen's scent.

I caress the back of Karen's neck, slitting her shoulders with my sharp bracelets.  Karen does the same with her bracelets, but to my face.  We are both bleeding.  That's enough for me to open my mouth and bite Karen's face, right on her high cheekbone that I've always been insanely jealous of.

Karen and I squeeze even tighter, rattling together against the shower glass and tiles.  We experiment if we can claw each others' skulls and slam them into the shower side, but there's no room to maneuver.  Our bracelets, nails, and teeth are the only effective weapons in this fight.

We rake each others' backs and sides with our bracelets, scratching long cuts in each others' flesh.  Karen's face burrows to my back and she hurts my shoulder blade with deep twisting bites.  I desperately bite her right ear lobe to get her to release her grip.

We retract our heads and look each other in the eyes.

> I hate you, Karen.

> I hate you more, Deb.

> Show me.

> I intend to.

To be continued .....

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FINISHING OFF KAREN

Once Karen and I saw how much damage we were inflicting on each others' bodies, our minds fast-forwarded to the end game of our fight.  Our fight had crossed a line of viciousness to thr point where Kylie and David were going to want to hear every detail of what had happened and how we had let our fight go so far.  The winner was going to be so damaged that she was going to have to invoke the "You see the other girl" line, and the loser would need to leave Framingham forever.

Framingham.  The one thing, besides David and Kylie, that Karen and I had in common.  The place neither of us had ever managed to escape.  Neither of us ever found our niche, our calling, to enable us to gain the degree of independence necessary to build a life somewhere else.  David was our niche-- marrying him, making a house for him, building a life with him.  But we had both thrown it away--me by impulsively divorcing him when things were just fine, Karen by building a too-big, unnecessary McMansion with him and getting foreclosed on.

So this fight was for a second chance, and a final chance, to get things right with David, the only "right" thing in each of our lives.  Except we could never do that with the other one lurking in the background.

So this fight was as personal as could be.  It was thd opposite of a Fringe Fight.  There was nothing personsl about a Fringd Fight--it was almost antiseptic.

My fight was Karen was the opposite.  It was raw.  It was competitive.  Competing to hurt the other one more.  Totally and completely, if possible.

So we bit each others' upper bodies as hard and deep as we could.  The face and cheeks.  The neck.  The shoulders.  The breasts.  The sides.  The biceps.  The wrists.  The fingers.

We were pulling hair, but only to steady our enemy's body long enough to bite.  My body was stinging in agony, but I remained focussed on maiming Karen.  Any cut or wound she inflicted on me only raised the bar for what I was willing and able and determined to do to her.

It was a true competition. 

Our minds raced to tell the other what each was better at.  Karen whispered in my ear that since I had delivered a child, and Karen never had, that her pussy was tighter than mine and would always be more pleasing to David.

With my left hand in Karen's hair, I reached down to her pussy with my right and and felt.  She did the same to me.  I taunted her that the pussy-stretching of motherhood was a myth, and to feel how tight I was.

Our fingers were inside each other and began scratching and tearing and digging.  Our gem-encrusted rings were still on our fingers, digging and scratching soft flesh.  More competition.

I kept biting Karen's upper body.  Whoever could chew gum and walk at the same time better would win the fight.

I felt the strngth in Karen's body waning.  I didn't let up on either my scratching or my biting.

Multi-tasking never was Karen's strong suit.  And it cost her that day.  And forever.  She went limp in my arms.

I turned the shower on.  Blood was everywhere on our bodies.  I washed as much off of both of us as I could.

I disconnected the shower head.

I pointed it at my pussy.

I came for at least 15 minutes next to Karen's exhausted body.

I told her I hate her.

I called Kylie.

"Can you help me pack Karen's things?  Actually ... check that .... can you pack her things?  I need to lay down."

To be continued.....

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2018, BACK WITH DAVID AND KYLIE

During the second half of 2017, Karen moved away to New Hampshire and started divorce proceedings with David, but there was very little left for them to fight about:  some Dell Computer deferred comp of David's, the proceeds from the house David and Karen shared which David sold after he and Kylie moved into my Framingham place, and Kylie's 529 college savings which we all knew would never get used for their originally intended purpose but which don't need to be cashed out until Kylie turns 30.

David and I got sexually reacquainted, which was absolutely divine once he dropped his pride and started taking his Viagra regularly.  But what I enjoyed even more than that was spooning with Kylie, the two of us naked in bed, my chest facing her back, my arms wrapped around feeling her 20-something breasts, my nose in her long, straight, thick blonde hair, which was getting 2 or 3 shades lighter every year.

One warmer-than-usual January night in 2018 (New England's winter weather was odd in 2017-18:  January and February were quite mild, but then we had 5 Nor'easters in March and April), Kylie and I were spooning in her bed, talking about my fight with Karen that won me back my family.

K:  What was it like getting bit that many times by Karen?

D:  Hey, wait a minute?!?  I bit her way more than she bit me!  Why don't you ask about that, baby?

K:  Oh, I  ....  I know, you totally won the fight .... all's I meant was ...  who .... escalated the fight that far?  Did you hurt her so bad because she bit you?

D:  Well, to be fair ...  our fight had  ....  our entire relationship had ...  been escalating .... or at least brewing ....  for 10 years .... we kind of put our differences aside ... ignored them, squashed them, whatever ....  but we never accepted each others' roles  ...  she thought the ex-wife gets married, turns lesbian, whatever it takes to go away ....  and I wasn't sticking around to be a pain in her ass, trust me, I'm not that insecure or contrary ...  I was living my own life ...  butbif part of living thst life involves you and David .... like, if that just ORGANICALLY happens .... then she needs to deal with it .... and couldn't ...  and, what's so funny?!?

K:  Mmmmmm ...   Mom ....  did you say ORGANICALLY or ORGASMICALLY

D:  Ok, well, given that I didn't even know ORGASMICALLY is a word, I couldn't have meant that ....  snd are we having a silly conversation or a serious one??

K:  Mmmmmm ... that's what I loved about the...  hate ....  between you and Karen at the end .... it was so raw, I just loved ....  watching it ....  feeling it .... the tension ...  just waiting for things between you and her to .... explode, I guess...

D:  Who did you think would win?

K:  I thought ... knew ... you would win Mom ....  but you scared me ... the middle fight you and her had ...   the second one ...  when she won ...

D:  How DID she learn to fight like that??  Was she practicing??

K:  With my friends  ...  when we'd be with her, drinkin', smokin', whatever ...  She'd pick out a girl and asked if they wanted to go a round with her ....

D:  Any other ways?  Or just your friends?

K:  Just my friends ....  that's all I know of, at least .....

D:  Dif you watch the fights?  How were they?

K:  Well, if the girl she picked had just been smokin' weed ....  pretty bad .... But if the girl she picked had just been DRINKIN' .... the, Pretty.  Damn.  Awesome.

D:  Like, ...  what?  Punchin'  Hairpullin'

K: Punchin'.  Blood.  Kickin' .  More blood.  Scratchin'.  More blood.  Vicious.

D:  Did you get turned on watching?

K:  If I liked the other girl?  Hell yeah.

D:  What did you like better?  Karen winnin' or losin'.

K:  As she get better at it?  Winnin'.  Then, when she got cocky at it?  Well, then I just wanted a long fight.

D:  Let me guess ...  long enough to cum.

K:  Basically.  Just like fuckin', right??

D:  Right.  Or ...  spooning?

K:  Maybe.

D:  Show me.

K:  Show you what?

D:  How long is ....  enough.

K:  Keep rubbin' like that for two more minutes.

D:  Here??

K:  Higher ...and faster .... and harder.

D:  Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm......

K:  Yesyesyes yes yes yes....

D:  aasDCcfgdaaahg.jg.j?!$#?&@!

To be continued.....

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STRIKING IT RICH

From February to June 2018, David spent most of his time in Austin, Texas working on a financial deal which would have a profound impact on the financial life of Kylie, himself, and myself.  Way back several years ago, when Dell took over EMC and then went private, David's deferred comp was illiquid to the point to being almost play money--it was a big number on a piece of paper, but we never expected to be able to cash it in for more than a fraction of its nominal value.  Consequently, when Karen finalized her divorce settlement with David in April 2018, she asked just for the proceeds from the house and Kylie's 529, and surrendered all rights to the Dell/EMC deferred comp.

What a dumbass bitch.

The deferred comp all became liquid in June 2018 when Dell announced a complicated deal to be tradable in the form of a publicly-traded company call VMWare.  David's many years of vested paper alone was worth over $2.5 million, and the unvested portion put our net worth over $4 million--all he needed to do for the unvested to vest was to keep working at Dell.  So we made plans to move to Austin, Texas.

Kylie's and my ship, after 26 and 49 years, had finally come in.  We had finally caught a break, and we had finally escaped Framingham.

When Karen and I had fought that day in the shower, we were fighting over $4 million.  It always pays to get rid of the rival to the man you love.

Kylie and I spent hours, then days, spooning in bed, recounting my three fights with Karen.  Especially the final one.

We also talked about our final loose end in Framingham--would we be seeing any more of Dawn and Sydney?  What had Dawn been up to since her divorce?

Kylie and I agreed to keep a low profile about our new-found wealth.  But we reached out to Dawn, hinting ever-so-subtly at the prospect of financial inducements in exchange for a final reunion.

Dawn didn't hesitate at what would get her, and Sydney, in the same place at the same time with me and Kylie:  fringe fighting me, while Rita and Laurie fought  for real, in the background, in a 31-years-later rematch of their first catfight.

Rita was in.  Now Kylie and I needed to recruit Laurie.

To be continued.....

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INVITATION TO A CATFIGHT

Since Rita had already agreed, both in principle and to at least two previously-arranged specific dates and times, to fight her high school rival Laurie in a rematch, I had  mistakenly it turns out, assumed that Rita had done her part and the onus was on Laurie/Dawn to get Laurie to actually show at a fight that Dawn and I could fringe fight to.

Silly me.

One lazy, hot spring 2018 afternoon, spooning in bed with my daughter Kylie, she showed me the light of the roadblock to the 31-year overdue rematch.

K:  Mom?

D:  Yes, baby doll?

K:  When Rita has been challenging Laurie to fight, she's been specific, right??

D:  Specific that they'll fight?  Well, obviously, Ky.  I mean, the two have never exchanged a civil word with each other.

K:  Well, I know that!!

D:  Well, then ...  how exactly to you mean ...  by ... 'specific' ... ?

K:  Well, what I mean is ... does Rita specify that she wants to ...  to ... CATfight Laurie ..   when they fight?? ... in the rematch?

D:  And when you say a catfight ...  as opposed to a streetfihht, I assume, .... you mean because .... because they're 49 now? ...  not 18?

K:  Well, that ....  Miss 49 year old ... but more because ... because, Mom, don't you see? ...

D:  Don't I see what? ... my little catfight prodigy?

K:  Well, Mom, put yourself in Laurie's shoes ...  she had one ...  epic, it sounds like....

D:  Oh, it was.

K:  ... one epic...  STREETfight with Rita ....  her mortal rival ...  and WON ....  well, if you're her .... what's in it for you to STREETfight Rita again ...  whereas ....

D:  ... yes ...  whereas ...

K: ... whereas if you CATfight Rita again....

D: ...  or ... or ...  are CHALLENGED to CATfight her ....  I see your point ...  the SECOND challenge is more ...  enticing ...  then the first .... isn't it??

K:  Yes, isn't it??

D:  Let me text Dawn.

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My daughter is smarter than anyone I know when it comes to catfighting.

Laurie agreed to fight ....  ahem, to CATfight ...  Rita on the Sunday of Memorial Day weekend 2018 at 6pm behind Framingham South high school.

Sydney agreed to fringe fight Kylie.

I agreed to fringe fight Dawn.

Then, Kylie and I would move to Austin, Texas with David.  Probably never to see Dawn, Sydney, Rita, or Laurie again.

Better make this fringe fight count.

To be continued.....

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"IT'S ON!"

On Friday June 29, 2018, Rita wakes me from a nap on my couch by calling my cellphone.

R:  It's on.

D:  What's on?!?

R:  Laurie and me.  Our catfight.

D:  What??  When??  How???

R:  Umm, well   .....  your daughter is how.

D:  My daughter??  Kylie??  What?

R:  No ...  how.  Not what.

D:  Ok ...  can we, like, drop the Abbott/Costello routine?  Start from the top, Rita.

R:  Ok,  ...  I admit ...  I'm excited ...  by the way, you're free July 4th, right?

D:   Umm, ya ...  July 4th ...  why, what's July 4th??

R:  Major catfight.  Me.  Laurie.  Biting-pinching-scratching.  31-year rematch.  My place.  You in?  I know it's short notice, but Dawn's invited if she can make the drive from Connecticut.  And Kylie, too ..   that is ... if Dawn brings Sydney.

D:  Rita ... I admit I may be slow waking up from my nap...  but ... when does the explanation phase start?

R:  Ok .... ok ....  umm...  so, Laurie and I have been texting .....

D:  She, like, ....  texts with you ....  like you two are buds or something?

R:  Well, no, Deb ....  not buds at all ....  did I say something implying her and I are 'buds' ?! ...

D:  Well, no ...  but, well, what are you and her, anyways??  Like, is she just gonna 'ghost' YOU ....  US ...  on the 4th? ..... isn't that basically her M.O.?!? ....

R:  Well ...  ok ... I admit ..  she has no no-shows to fights ...  but this time is different ...  bitch, will you, like, listen without interrupting?? ...  I assumed you'd be excited by this ... I'm trying to compliment your daughter here ...  Deb? ...  Deb??  ...  you there??

D:  Yes, Rita, I'm here listening ...  I beg you ... please finish your story ...

R:  Ok ....  this is awkward ...  I'm excited ...  confused ...  turned on ..  Ok, Debbie ....  I had a breakthrough with Laurie ... by text ....  COMMUNICATING WITH Laurie ...  by text ...  We still call each other bitches and shit ...  but ...  well, you know how Kylie said that when I challenge Rita ....  that I should challenge her to a CATfight, not a STREETfight ...  well, ...  long story short...   I described to her the fight you had with Karen ...  the biting, the scratching, the jewelry, the bleeding ...  she's in ...  her ...  me ....  catfighting ...  she has a 5-day weekend from work  ...  me too. ..
 July 4th ....

R:  You in???.....

R:  You?? ...  Dawn?  ...  Kylie??? ...  Sydney??

D:  Let me get this straight ....  A fight like Karen snd I had??  ....  except you and Laurie ?? ...  sfter 31 years??....

R:  Finally.  Yes, you have is straight.

D:  I need to call Dawn.  ...  like ..  ASAP.

R:  I'll take that as a yes.

To be continued.....

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TEXTING WITH DAWN

On Sunday night, July 1st, 2018, three days before the long-anticipated Rita-Laurie rematch,  I see a text from a number I haven't had a text conversation with in months.  A Connecticut number.  Dawn's.  My fringe fighting (former?) friend, Dawn.

Her:  Hey.

Me:  Hey.  How are you?

Her:  Not bad.  You still talking to me?

Me:  No worries.  Still talking.  I miss you.

Her:  I miss you too.  I hear there's a fight Wednesday.

Me:  There is.  Who told you?  Laurie.

Her:  Ya.  She's looking foward to it.  She's not backing out this time.

Me:  She said that.  Did she say why?

Her:  She said because this time it's a catfight.  She said no woman would no-show for a catfight.

Me:  Not that I'm not happy to hear that, and not that I even disagree.  But why didn't she and Rita just agree to catfight the other two times.

Her:  Didn't come up.

Me:  Simple as that, huh?  Dawn, do you kinda wish their first fight, the 1987 Shoppers World one, had been a catfight?

Her:  Totally ...  but ... how do I ask this .... did you really understand ...  not understand ....  PERCEIVE catfighting when you were 18?

Me:  Well .... I had never SEEN one ....  or BEEN IN one ...  but I understood the concept, yeah.

Her:  Oh??  Explain.

Me:  Well .... at Rita's and Laurie's and fight ...  when you and I paired off ...  when your breast popped out ...  and I let you tuck it back in?  ...  Dawn, I swear I just wanted to destroy it ... to destroy you ...  like, to smack you down in a catfight.

Dawn:  That's sorta hot.  Why didn't you?

Me:  I actually don't know.  But if I hadda guess ...  I knew if I escalated, even if I ended up beating you, you would do a catfight move ... or moves ... to me.  And I might regret it.

Dawn:  I would have  ;-)

Me:  I don't doubt it.  Do you think that's why Rita and Laurie didn't catfight that day?

Dawn:  Maybe.  Plus we were only 18.  And it was only 1987.  We were still innocent.

Me:  True.  So ..  I take it you're coming to the Rita/Laurie rematch?

Dawn:  I wouldn't miss it.  Nor Sydney.

Me:  Nor Kylie.

Dawn:  Good.  I'm not 18 anymore.  And it's not 1987.  A lot of water under the bridge, Deb.

Me:  Such as?

Dawn:  Such as you and your daughter fucking my ex-husband.  Bitch.

Me:  Bitch.

Dawn:  Where are your fingers?

Me:  Same place as yours, I suspect.

Dawn:  I think we've said all we need to say.

Me:  I suspect so.

To be continued......

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On Monday night, July 2, 2018, 2 days before Rita/Laurie Fight Day, I'm spooning with Kylie in bed.

D:  Has Sydney tried contacting you?

K:  Nada.

D:  What do you suppose that means?

K:  That her mom told her not to.

D:  Sydney would do what her mom tells her?

K:  After her solo trip up here to fight YOU? ...  Yes.

D:  Why 'YOU'??  Are you giving me attitude?

K:  Chill out, Mom.  You uptight about Dawn?

D:  Well....  not that alone ...  but if she's controlling Sydney, to, then, ...   well, wouldn't that be weird.

K:  You spend a lot of time thinking Sydney, Mom.

D:  Excuse me?!?  <<<I subtly pinch Kylie's nipples.>>>>

K:  Well, it's like ...  you're fighting Dawn on Wednesday.  Shouldn't you be focussed on that?

D:  I'm fighting Dawn.  But it a fringe fight.  The other fights matter, too.

K:  True.  But isn't Rita-Laurie the ... "other"  ....  fight??

D:  Ahem  ...  but what if I like watching YOU fight??

K:  Ahem ...  but what if you like watching .... SYDNEY ...  fight??
 <<<<Kylie, not so subtly, pinches my thigh.>>>>>

D:  You sound jealous.  <<<<harder pinching>>>>

K:  You sound like you're trying to make me jealous.   <<<<<harder pinching>>>>

D:  That pinching hurts.

K:  Is that a bad thing??

D:  No.  But do it like this....

K:  Ouch!!!!!?!!!  Fuck, mom!!!  Were those nails or teeth?!

D:  Both.

K:  Touche.

To be continued.....

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JULY 4, 2018

Today is it.  The fight to end all fight, the fringe fight to end all fringe fights.

Rita is fighting Laurie.  The high school bitchfight rematch from 31 years ago.

Kylie is fighting Sydney.  The two 20-something's whose educations and careers got sidetracked when they were introduced to catfighting by their moms.

I'm fighting Dawn.  The two fringe fighters at the original Shoppers World brawl who have been fighting at least twice a decade since then.

With me married, and Dawn divorced.  Gaaawwd, how I love repeating that to myself.  After so many years of her being married and me being divorced.  Finally, the worm has turned.  I'm the honest woman, Dawn is the woman of ill repute.

She probably spoons her daughter Sydney all night long, the filthy slut.  Sluts.  The two of them, in their sick icestuous embrace.  Sydney would pick me everytime if she had the chance, I know it.  Sydney drove to Framingham last winter to fight me.  She wanted to fuck me the whole drive on I-84 and the Mass Pike, I know it.  Maybe during the fight this afternoon she'll fuck me.  Maybe she'll punch her mom Dawn in the mouth.

Sick.  Fucking.  Slut.  Dawn.  I hate her.

Maybe Kylie will tongue kiss me.  She always turns away when we're spooning.  Why would should let me spoon and grope, then turn away when I try to kiss?  I just want to kiss her.  On thr mouth.  I'd take that over the spooning most nights.

But not all nights.

Shit, when Kylie and I spoon, when it's good, it's divine; and when it sucks, it still fucking rocks.  The feel of her breasts--so firm.  How mine wete in 1987.  How Dawn's were.  At the Shoppers World fight, when they popped out of her shirt.

She's damn lucky I didn't know what a sick fuck she'd be with her own daughter Sydney someday.  Her own fucking daughter.

Disgusting.

Kylie and I ard high as fucking kites right now.  We took white round pills Kylie got--are those opioids.  I don't even fucking now, but I've never been so high.  Ever.  Even in my Fitchburg State days.  Kylie is fucking high, too--I can see the faraway look in her eyes.

I bet I could kiss her on the mouth now.

I swoop in.

Ffffffuck.

She pulled away from me.  Again.  Why the fuck does she do that?

Is she into Dawn?  Or Sydney??

Those fucking two bitches.  I'm gonns end it with them.  Forever.  This afternoon.

To be continued.....

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HIGH AS A KITE

In 31 years of fighting Dawn, and others, but especially Dawn, I thought I had tried every combination, every flavor, every scenario.

I was wrong.

When Kylie and I showed up for the Rita-Laurie rematch, I was high as a kite.  I had never really gotten high before, not like this; not in my Fitchburg State slut phase, not in my pot party phase.

This was something different.  Something new.  Ecclisiastes was wrong; there is something new under the sun.  Even at forty-nine, I've found something new.  Life is good.

Dawn and I have our nails in each others' scalps in seconds flat.  Rita and Laurie are doing even worse, tearing at each others' faces.  I'm not even able to process what Kylie is doing to Sydney; two fights are enough. 

Rita and Laurie try to hurt each other with their nails and their feet.

Dawn and I try to hurt each, with our nails and our words.

> How do you like divorce, you dried up bitch?

> You tell me, you tried it first, slut.

> I won him back, sweetie.  Marked her up with my teeth, ya know.

> Try that on me, and you won't be able to eat corn anymore, hun.

> I doubt it, Don-nie.

> I don't see you tryin' it ......  crickets.

> I don't see you tryin' it on me  .....  at least I've done it to another woman.

> Do it to me.

> Make me.

> How much hair of your needs to be on the floor?

> More than that.

> I'm gonna pass out soon.

> I know.  Please kiss me. 

Dawn has known me for 31 years and knows when it's time to stop talking.

She doesn't necessarily know about my hang-up of no one ever kissing me.  But she can tell something is up.  And that I don't want to ask twice.

Her mouth comes up to mine.

To be continued......

[sinclairfan]

FRUSTRATION

Within 30 seconds of Laurie and Rita beginning their rematch catfight after 31 years, and of Dawn's daughter and mine renewing their rivalry, and of Dawn and I kissing with our mouths more intimately than we ever had, and of my most intense drug high coursing through my brain;----in short, a grand slam of images and sensations blending my most desired fantasies-----I craved immediately sexual release via vaginal penetration, something which until now was never a requirement for full ecstatic release, either in my youth or my middle age.

Penetration.

The one need which I deduced immediately would be unavailable this afternoon.

I couldn't strip my pants off at this event, much as I wanted and needed to.  Out of respect, if you will, for Rita and Laurie.  It was totally on between them.  I kid you not-It.  Was.  On.

The two 49 year old women were in full-on streetfight mode, and they were going to fight until one or both of them was very, very injured.  Dawn and I knew we had arranged for this occassion, this showdown
 and it wouldn't do, in the aftermath, to be mutually pleasuring ourselves on each others' bodies.

Pre-emptive Catholic guilt, I guess you could call it.  The one part of your upbringing which you can never shed, which even Father Time can't erode.

And I wanted cock.  And there wasn't one in this room.

So Dawn and I kissed, my groin getting more and more frustrated.  Our daughters tore each others' hair.  Rita and Laurie drew rivulets of blood from each others' mouth.  Dawn's tongue explored my mouth.  Which was turning me on the most, I couldn't have proceelssed if you had paid me.

And somehow all I could think of was David.

Maybe all along it was David.

Maybe that's why David's ex-wife and I had torn into each other in the shower that day at their house.  Maybe that's why she and I had hated each other more than I ever hated Dawn, even when I intentionally provoked the divorce between Dawn and her husband.

I was higher than ever, and yet was thinking more clearly than ever.  David.  I had everything I wanted, everything I needed, when I was married to him.  And I had divorced him impulsively, for no good reason, not even for a bad reason; just for no reason at all.

Laurie slams Rita's head on the ground, Rits desperately trying to protect herself.  Was their high school boyfriend each of THEIR David's?  Or was he just Laurie's?  Is that why Laurie won their 1987 fight?  And why she's winning today?

Was Dawn's long-time husband HER David?  Was my meddling the cause of their divorce.

"I'm glad I made you divorce your husband," I hiss at Dawn.

"I wish you were still separated from yours," she hisses back.

"Try and separate us then, bitch," I challenge her.

It's my sexual frustration talking, I realize.

I hope she doesn't actually try to separate me from David.

I'm not sure I'd be able to restrain myself.

Hopefully the beating Laurie just laid on Rita today, and the one she laid on her in 1987, is warning enough.

I sure hope so.

THE END