I arrive at this gala affair with my boyfriend. I step out of the car in my designer gown. I glance over and see Chrissssssssy leaning against her car in a simple while dress. She look confused with all the guests arriving dressed to the nines.
You must be wondering why I have played this little prank on you. Well, dear Chrissssssssy, remember that time back in high school when you punched ne in the belly; pushed me down when I was winded; then sat on my face completely humiliating me in front of everyone. That everyone included the football quarterback who subsequently dumped me. I’ve never forgien you for that. I have waited to get my revenge on you and this prank is my revenge. How humiliated you must feel.
Just seeing you there doesn’t give me enough satisfaction so I decide to rub it in.
I coyly smile at you, give you a knowing wink, and blow you a kiss.
I realize at once that I have made a mistake. You push off your car and I can only see Donald Erikson charging at me with the look in your eye and the growl on your face. Or maybe it is the roar you let out. Anyway, I try to climb back in the car but the door is locked. My boyfriend has locked it and is walking towards the house. I know he wouldn’t be of any help anyway because he loves a good girl fight with lots of clothes ripping as long as there are no permanent injuries.
I’m not sure you don’t have permanent injurie in mind as the way you are storming towards me. Flight or fight? The decision is easy. My Gucci clutch is no weapon at all. Besides, you have murder in your eyes. Flight it is but I am not very successful. Running in high heels in a gown is not easy.
I take off my Gucci shoes and throw them at you in a desperate attempt at slowing you done. I don’t check to see if I hit you or not but turn and start running in my nylon stockings. I still can’t run very fast. The gown is heavy. It is also form-fitting on my upper body and ass. I do like to show them off. The bottom has a small flair but only allows me to take baby strides. The extra 10 pounds I have gained doesn’t help either.
I run for the house. I can hear you bearing down on me.