Author’s note: This is the 6th Chapter of THE DINER series. If the plight of these 4 women interests you, the first five chapters in order are: 1. THE DINER 2. THE DINER-CONCLUSION (it’s not the conclusion) 3. THE DINER- 15 YEARS LATER 4. THE DINER- 15 YEARS AND 4 MONTHS LATER 5. THE DINER- 15 YEARS AND 6 MONTHS LATER.
THE DINER- CHAPTER 6- FOUR WOMEN
There was no idle chitchat in the booth at The Diner. This was all business. The four women were there for two purposes- to find out if the two younger women wanted to fight each other and negotiate terms for the catfight.
The dark haired older women spoke. “You two can apologize to each other and call it a misunderstanding. Or you can get up right now, go around to the back of The Diner and fight like two High School sluts. Or, if you want, come to an agreement to fight and do it properly. That’s why Carrie and I are here. It’s up to the both of you.”
The reason that the 4 women were at The Diner was because of events that had happened one week earlier. It was a coincidence, but that was when the two daughters, Mandy and Terry found themselves out at a popular Club. Both women were pretty drunk, and Terry spotted Mandy near the crowded bar. She approached the other woman.
“Hello, Mandy.”
The startled blonde immediately recognized Terry and said, “Hi Terry, I’ve never seen you here before.”
“Well I come here every once in awhile. I’m sure you don’t remember because we hadn’t met ’til the fight.”
“Right,” said Mandy. “How is your Mom doing?”
“She’s recovered. But it took awhile. It was a hard fight.”
“Yeah,” said Mandy. “My Mom really fucked her up.”
A drunk Terry took offense at they remark. “It was one lucky punch from your skank mother.”
“Wait,” said Mandy. “Did you just call my mother a skank?”
“I don’t know. Did I?”
Mandy took her drink and tossed it into Terry’s face. Terry took a step back, wiped her face, and then launched herself at the blonde. They came together throwing slaps and grabbing hair. It was over almost as quickly as it started as several other folks at the bar jumped in to separate the fighters. Bouncers appeared and escorted the women out in a flash.
The last thing shouted by one of the drunk girls was, “This isn’t over, bitch.”
“It’s definitely not you fucking whore.”
And now the the two young women were sitting across from one another at The Diner, starring daggers at each other but penned in by their mothers sitting next to them.”
Carrie spoke. “When Tina and I got wind of the dustup you two had at The Club, we decided to meet here today to hash things out.”
“Yes,” said Tina. “We want to know if this was simply a case of two women who had too much to drink, or if it’s something more serious that needs to be resolved in a fair manner.”
“You started it, throwing that drink in my face, I had no choice, said Terry.”
“Well if you had kept your bitch mouth shut, you wouldn’t have gotten all wet,” replied Mandy.
“Girls, the question we have here today is not how your ‘tete-a-tete’ got started but how you both are going to finish it. Carrie and I would be quite happy if you both just apologize to each other and we can all go home.”
“I’m not apologizing!”
“Me neither.”
“Well” said Carrie, “we need to know if you both want to fight.”
Neither of the young women spoke. They simply glared at each other, daring the other to throw down the gauntlet and agree to the duel.
Tina tried to give the girls a sense of the momentous decision they were going to have to make. “You need to give this some serious thought. Carrie and I will make all of the needed preparations for the event and make sure it is a fair fight, but it is you two who must commit to it. I’m not going to sugar coat this girls. If you decide to go ahead this will be the hardest thing you have ever done. Hand to hand combat between two women is a horrible thing. You will be sore for weeks, even if you win. Defeat will be something that will nag at you for a long time. But victory will provide you with a satisfaction you have never experienced before. Trust me, I’ve been on both ends of it.”
There was silence in the booth.
Finally, Terry broke the silence and spoke with a measured tone looking directly at her rival. “Look, ever since our mothers fought at The Barn I have found myself thinking of nothing else but facing you and making things right. I hate your guts Mandy, and I’m not ashamed to say it. I want…no, I need, to fight you.”
Mandy replied. “Yes you are right Terry. I knew deep down at The Barn that you and I had a certain sort of destiny. That between the two of us we must find out who the better woman is. I think it is just inevitable that we get an answer to that question. I agree to fight you. Mother, you and Tina may go ahead and make the arrangements”
“Are you sure,” Carrie asked he daughter.
“As certain as I have ever been about anything.”
“How bout you Terry?” asked Tina.
“Nothing would make me happier than beating this bitch in front of you, Mom.”
Mandy’s hackles went up, “I’m going to rip your tits off and throw them in the ocean.”
Terry replied, “I’m going to fuck your pussy up so bad that your fiancé won’t want to come near you. But he’s gay anyway, right?”
That remark hit the blonde hard and she tried to get across the table and attack her rival. Her mother held her back, but not before an ice tea was spilled on the table. Luckily, The Diner was pretty much deserted, however waitresses behind the counter were alarmed by the ruckus and took notice.
“Hold on dear,” said Carrie as Tina grabbed some napkins to soak up the spilled drink. “This is not the place for it.”
A waitress came over, “Is everything OK here ladies? Anything I can get you?”
“Just the check,” said Tina. “We have an answer to the question we came her for.”
The waitress just looked puzzled by that remark.
The four women left The Diner and while Terry and Mandy sat, steaming, in their cars, the mothers had a brief conversation.”
“Are you OK with this Carrie?”
“We are probably the only two women on Earth that understand what the girls want. It’s our job to make sure they get the answers they are looking for.”
“Indeed,” said Tina. “I’ll be in touch.”
The mothers took their job as seconds very seriously. In the next few weeks they hashed over details. They found an excellent spot for the showdown. A remote rental log cabin in the wilderness. It came advertised as “rustic” but it was actually quite luxurious. Beautifully furnished, Wifi, satellite TV, fireplace, the works. and most importantly a very large main room for the adversaries to settle things. They rented it for a weekend and it was agreed that the winner and her mother would stay and the loser would vacate.
They went back and forth on the rules, checking with their daughters regularly on what they wanted. It was eventually agreed that the rules would be the same as the mother’s fight at The Barn with only one small exception. The girls wanted to start the fight in thongs. The mothers counseled against that reasoning that wedgies would be most painful. But the daughters seemed to both want to make some sort of fashion statement. The mothers couldn’t quite understand that, but it was the girl’s fight and if that’s what they wanted, so be it.
One month after their meeting at The Diner the four women arrived at the cabin on a Friday evening to so that Mandy and Terry could pit their strength and courage against one another until one woman admitted that the other was “the better woman.”
