They are face to face, shooting daggers at each other but not saying a word. On one side is Tammi, a 41 year old bartender who stands about 5'3, 120lbs. She is in great shape, with toned abs, shapely legs, a perfectly toned ass, and big D cup breasts that were a birthday present from her husband when she turned 40. She hits the gym almost daily and bartends nightly at the local bar. She has curly brown hair and a fake tan, and wears way too much makeup in an attempt to hide her age, but is still attractive nonetheless. On the other side is Patty, who is a 42 year old assistant VP at the local bank, she stands about 5'6 140lbs. She is in good shape, but could stand to hit the gym a little more often, for she carries a little extra in her stomach area, in comparison to Tammi, but has long perfectly shaped legs and a generous bust, a small C cup and a great big round ass. She has gorgeous reddish-brown shoulder length hair and a very natural pretty face and a naturally tan complexion. This intense staredown lasts 10 seconds until the sound of the school children getting off of the bus at the corner disturbs it. Without saying a word Patty turns and crosses the street and walks into her house in a very quick defiant manner. Tammi smiles and gets into her jet black Audi convertible and takes off up the street. Their hatred has been building for many years now. Tammi is, what the neighbors like to refer to as, a slut. She is always wearing low cut shirts and short shorts in the spring and summer. She is flirtacious with all the men on the street ages 15-50, and even washes her car in a bikini top and shorts (and once or twice in the actual bikini bottom) after she has moistened herself up as well. The fact that she cheats on her husband is known throughout town, but this past Sunday night she got drunk while bartending and propositioned Patty's husband Pete who was at the bar drinking with friends. When Pete got home he told Patty who was livid. She has off Monday's and confronted Tammi as she was getting ready to go to the gym. "Slut, bitch, whore", were thrown around until they both became silent and the staring contest began. I am very fortunate to be living nextdoor to Patty and across the street from Tammi, for I witnessed the entire thing while having a smoke on my porch. After the confrontation ended I sat there stunned for a while wondering if they will actually fight, and hoping I'm around to see it. A few days had passed and there were no new developments and I was beginning to concede that it will never happen. They avoided each other since Monday and it seemed cooler heads had prevailed. I was sure, however that if they were to run into each other Tammi would not be able to help herself and make some bitchy comment that would surely set Patty off, who has been known to throw a tandrem or two in her day. I decided to plot a way to get the two to cross paths (I know, it is a very underhanded and selfish thing to do, but still......), but drew a blank until the mailman gave me the perfect setup. Monday afternoon I go to get the mail and notice that mixed in with my mail is a letter addressed to Tammi. She left in the morning for the gym and should be getting home soon, as will Patty who had embarked on a jog earlier in the afternoon. I walk over to Patty's mailbox and place Tammi's letter inside of it and make my way back to the relativley hidden corner of my porch to wait and see if my plan works. After a few minutes Patty comes walking down the street, looking great in a black spandex Nike sports bra and matching biker shorts. It is roughly 80 degrees on this perfect June afternoon and Patty has worked up a light sweat. She goes to her mailbox just as Tammi comes flying down the street in her Audi. She gets out her car and also goes for her mailbox, she is wearing a very tight, low cut white tank top and a pair of her tradional blue daisy duke shorts.
She grabs her mail and is walking onto her lawn towards her house when Patty, who is now approaching, calls out "wait a second!". Tammi stops and turns around with an irritated look on her face and puts her right hand on her hip and replies "What?"
"I have a letter of yours mixed in with my mail," relpies Patty who is now only 10 feet away from Tammi on Tammi's lawn.
"Fine," says Tammi in an extremely bitchy way, "Give it to me"
Patty is now right in front of Tammi and says "here" and drops her letter at Tammi's perfectly pedicured feet, which are in a pair of black flip flops.
"Pick it up and hand it to me, Patty"
"Pick it up yourself, whore" Patty turns to leave as Tammi drops her mail and gives Patty a hard show in the back that causes her to fall forward onto the ground.
"You fucking bitch!" shouts Patty from the ground.
"Now pick up yourself and my mail you bitch!" replies Tammi
