Author’s note: Well I really have created a mess with the way I have titled these chapters. Sorry! For you who are new to The Diner series, here is the correct order that the chapters should be read 1. THE DINER 2. THE DINER-CONCLUSION 3. THE DINER 15 YEARS LATER. And now chapter 4….
THE DINER- 15 YEARS AND 3 MONTHS LATER AKA THE DAUGHTERS
Now it is two young women at The Diner. They are in a booth. Not THE booth that their mothers had occupied. How could they have possibly known that little tidbit? Their booth was on the other side of The Diner. Still plenty private for the nature of their upcoming discussion.
It had been 3 months since their mothers had met to plan their second fight, and exactly one month before the deed was to be done. After endless mother/daughter discussions in each home the daughters of the fighters had agree to act as seconds for their duel. Neither was happy to do it, but each felt they had no choice.
The beauty of these 2 young women was unarguable. Amanda (“call me Mandy”), Carrie’s daughter, was the spitting image of her Mom at 24. In other words, a 10! Long blonde hair. Lean, lithe, great legs, ass and tits. Total package. 5’6 110 pounds, she had broken the heart of many a suitor.
Tina’s daughter, Teresa (“my friends call me Terry”) looked a bit more like her Dad than Tina, but she was a knockout anyway you look at it. 22, 5’5, 115 pounds, c-cup. She always thought that her best feature was her cute ass. Her Mom always wore her hair short, but Terry liked her brown hair longer and at the present time it was dyed jet black.
Like their mothers, Mandy’s skin was creamy white and Terry had a more olive complexion. Unlike their mothers, each gal had a couple of tasteful tats. They had almost opposite personalities. Mandy was the cool and cautious one, an ice queen; Terry, emotional and impulsive, a hot wire.
They had decided to meet to discuss the fight that their moms had agreed to. After a handshake, and cordial greetings they sat down in the booth and ordered ice tea, unsweetened, of course . As the waitress headed back to the kitchen Terry leaned over in the booth to get closer to Mandy and whispered “Our mothers are fucking crazy.”
“Well they certainly are driven. I’ll give you that.”
“Is there any we can stop them from this?”
“Well we can hope that one of them pulls a muscle before the fight and has to cancel. But if your Mom is anything like mine, their destiny is to fight. This has been simmering for 15 years. The best we can hope for is to be there for them, try to maintain control and make sure that no one is badly injured.”
“It’s absolutely medieval.”
“Well there is a resemblance to a duel, if you think about it.”
“What was wrong with our fathers? If they hadn’t started this thing back then we wouldn’t be here today.”
“Look Terry, almost everyone enjoys watching a catfight. I know I do. And men enjoy it even more, and for some men, women fighting has a profound sexual impact on them. Our fathers were in that group. As Mom has told me, catfights were fetish material for my father as long as he lived.”
“So two 50 year old women are going to strip nude and catfight until one gives up? Is that it? Do you understand it?”
“Not hardily. It sounds insane to me too. But I’ll tell you Terry, my mother and I, over the past 3 months, have devoted hours in discussion about this and the history behind it. Trust me, as long as your mother agrees to it, they are going to fight.”
Mandy then asked, “How much has your mother told you?”
“Well she would start every conversation by asking me ‘Do you love me.’ ‘Of course I love you Mom.’ And then I would just ask a million questions and she would try to answer them. But the one question that she could never quite come up with an answer to is ‘Why do you need to do this?’”
“Oh yeah,” said Mandy. “When I asked my Mom why she needed to fight all she can say is ‘Because.’”
At this point in the conversation a young man strolled past the 2 girls and gave a “Hello ladies!” Mandy looked up at him and said “Get lost buddy, we’re busy.” It’s a line she has to use quite often. When the young fella disappeared, Terry protested, “Hey, he was sorta cute!” Both women laughed.
“Well, so what do we do now?” asked Terry.
“I guess we plan the fight. I hear you have a place.”
“Yeah, I house sit for a retired couple who travel for a few months each year. They like to call their place The Farm but it’s really just an estate on a large piece of land that was once a farm. They have a huge utility shed, maybe 80 by 100 with farm equipment in it they call The Barn. Once I clean it up a bit and move some of the equipment out it would be perfect for this. Huge, well lit, and private. I’m going to need to rent some mats. Does 15 by15 sound right to you?
“I have no freakin idea. Let me check. Mandy whipped out her phone and googled the size of a regulation boxing ring. “16 to 20 feet square. So go 18 by 18 on the mats. You gonna need help setting up?”
“I don’t think so. I’ll just get those interlocking mats, they should be easy to piece together.”
“So we are going for Friday the 16th? 7PM.”
“Can you believe we are having this conversation?”
“Frankly, no.”
“Has your Mom told you the rules. It’s almost anything goes.”
“Well like you said, ‘they are fucking crazy!’”
And then both women in unison said out loud “But driven!” And they laughed.
Each girl had asked the other how their Mom was preparing for the fight. But interestingly enough neither would divulge much information. Had Terry come to the conclusion that Mandy was now officially a part of Team Carrie, and therefore the enemy? Had Mandy surmised that Terry was an infiltrator from Team Tina? Maybe the girls were not so non-partisan and aghast of their mother’s behavior after all because they were now keeping secrets from the opposition.
In fact both women were preparing quite seriously.
Tina did road work each morning, like a prize fighter. She followed a pleasant 3 mile trail through nearby woods. When she was certain that no one could see her she shadow boxed as she ran. At first, the 3 miles was just too long a distance for her and she would run then walk some then run some then walk some more. By about the 6 week mark of her training she could make the whole distance running. As weeks passed the run became less and less exhausting. She felt that she probably had gained enough stamina to last for the fight. In the afternoon she would do stretching, yoga and some resistance training using those elastic bands the women seem to favor.
Carrie was also out running. She could be seen jogging through her neighborhood each evening with her pet dog, a golden retriever who was in heaven getting to run with “Mom.” However Carrie’ training included one feature that Tina’s did not.
Carrie had found a “do it yourself” YouTube video which explained to how to cobble together a heavy bag from stuff you have around the house. She hung the contraption in her basement and pounded it with her fists each day. First for 5 minutes, then 10 and finally 15 minutes straight without a stop. Interestingly she decided to do this work with the heavy bag topless. She wanted to simulate the actual fight conditions and also see how difficult it was to punch with her tits out. She found out it was pretty hard. She gained an appreciation for the value of a good sports bra when it came to punching. Tits flying around robbed a woman of power.
However, she came upon a technique that would help restore some of the power lost by being topless. If she crossed her chest with one arm to hold her knockers tight to her chest a punch with the other arm would be much more lethal. It would be a risky tactic in a fight, leaving one side open for a counter slap, but she thought that the tactic might have a place in the fight. And she practiced it each and every session she had with her DIY heavy bag.
And back at The Diner the girls were saying goodbye.
“I guess I’ll see you on the 16th,” said Terry.
“Yeah, NOT looking forward to it, but get in touch if you need any help setting up,” replied Mandy.
And as she walked to her car a stray thought crossed Mandy’s mind. “I wonder how I would do in a fight against Terry?” And she stopped in her tracks and screamed at the sky, “Mother now you are doing it to me! You are making me insane!” Thankfully there was no one in the parking lot to hear her.
