The long hot day was over, now a slight breeze made the palm fronds sway slightly as the moon rose full and bright casting it's light across the waters of the canal that ran by our dock, we were sitting by the pool underneath the covered portion of our Florida home. all our guests had left an hour before except for Anna, a long time friend of my wife Billie, we'd met her when we moved to our home about 20 years before, her husband Roger had died about a decade earlier and we'd been inviting her out with us and having her over for parties and such ever since. Now while I love my wife she was in all honesty a cold hearted bitch she could be warm and nice if she tried but most of the time she was tough to handle, a few months before Anna had told me she thought that Billie treated me like a slave but I laughed it off but deep down she'd been right it did bother me. As we sat around enjoying the breeze Bille told me to fetch her another rum and coke, I sat down my beer and started to rise When Anna who was sitting across the table from my wife sat her wine glass on the table and said "Why do you have to use that tone with Mike he's a nice decent man who's tried to please you since you moved here and all you do is bitch and moan." The look on my wife's face was one of shock, the fact that any of the ladies she tried to lord over, which she did in her circle of friends would talk to her in such a fashion. With a glare of contempt that I knew all to well she sneered " oh how dare you, and don't you think I've not noticed how you've been dressing around Mike over the last few months", Anna returned my wife's glare with one over her own " well if he's looking at my body maybe your the problem my dear after all it's not like you enjoy time with your husband I mean how could you since you spend so much time trying to run the entire housing complex like your own little fiefdom and by the way a lot of the women around here would love to see you taken down a peg, heck maybe Mike deserves a better women that your old wrinkled ass."
Billie's face turned beet red then in the coldest voice I'd ever heard said " Are you saying you'd like to try me bitch." Anna snickered and said won't be much of a challenge your just a drunk windbag that will wilt with just a little effort." My wife threw the remains of her drink in Ann's face, Ann returned the favor covering my wife's face and chest with a full glass of red wine the both stood up I tried to stand up to defuse the situation but Billie barked to me to "stay put this was a long time coming and she was going to enjoy beating Ann's ass." Anna just Said "Bring it on slut." and just like that the warm summer night just got a hell of a lot hotter.
fight fan forever/formerly M DAWG
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