Like an itch that couldn’t be scratched, the narrow escape Nancy had in her fight with me last Summer bothered me no end. That loose titted whore squirmed and struggled with me, and managed to evade defeat when the catfight ended without conclusion. I let her know how lucky she was and she had the nerve to say that she would have won if it had kept going ! Thinking we would never resolve this, as we had the Atlantic Ocean separating us, our anger simmered.
When we realized that the cruise my hubby and I booked out of the UK was doable for her, we worked out our scheme. While the husbands were at the bar or onboard casino, we would settle affairs during the ship’s Disco night. Lights flashing, music blaring, nails slashing and clothes ripping, the next day would have a very satisfied winner. I fully intended it to be me.
Hmmm, don’t want to be even sluttier then Nancy , but am going to make sure I have enough flesh peeking out to let everyone know that she doesn’t measure up to me. With my hair up, earrings dangling, heels and hose just so, I realize I haven’t dressed for a disco night in twenty years. A little tight perhaps, but love the long slit and glittery outfit.
Nancy and I have had polite contact for the first four days of the cruise, but in private have informed each other that there will be no mercy on our big night/fight. The moment of truth is approaching, and I inform Tim not to wait up for me, knowing he is not going to spend his evening at the Disco event. I wonder if the cruise photographer will gey some good pictures of the pending duel ? With my heart pounding as destiny approaches, I saunter down towards the dance floor to find my nemesis.
