Dear TABSK--It's Erica, again. I apologize for imposing on you with this endless series of neurotic letters and questions--I guess I'll know I've overstayed my welcome when you stop printing a note of mine. But, since that hasn't happened yet, here goes nothing.
You can tell all of our group our getting ready for college classes to start again, because we're all getting back into Thursday-night-is-party-night mode. There was a party this past Thursday that I knew almost definitely Erica would be at, and it would be my chance to play my "Care to step outside?" card on her. She would either humiliatingly refuse, or risk getting beat up once and for all by me. Eithe course of action would result in her being ostracized from our hometown group.
Well, the party was somewhat sluggish kicking into gear, but Erica and I each arrived on time, ready for our showdown. She pulled the same crap she did around Christmas, sitting next to me and making body contact, daring me with her body language to lose my cool and suckerpunch her. I didn't fall for that trick, but the tension (and my hormones) got the better of me, and I stood up and with a cracking, shaky voice stated my pre-rehearsed challenge to her. She replied simply, "Let's go, Erica. Let's do this," and we proceeded, alone, out to the adjacent gravel parking lot, our three witnesses to aghast to stop us or to follow. Lori and I were going to settle things alone.
Once outside, we stood facing each other, strutting back and forth threateningly at each other, our eyes locked, but not saying anything. We kept our hands down, each daring the other to take the first swing, but the effect was that we were "leading with our faces", rather than our fists. The tension continued to build, as I debated getting the festivities started with a right cross to my rival's undefended jaw. But I shied away from striking a blow, as our back-and-forth movement on the unstable gravel made me question the accuracy of such a punch. Instead, I noticed our faces were getting closer with each oscillation, and finally touching, cheek to cheek, forehead to forehead, and most threatening of all, nose to nose. I could smell the scent and feel the heat of my once-and-future opponent's breath, and weighted in my mind if it was fear of another physical conflict between us that was preventing our fight from erupting.
She finally raised her hands--but not towards or directly at me, but rather, ...., well, around me, wrapping her hand around me from behind and pulling my shoulder towards her. I lost my balance on the loose rocks and fell towards Lori, and our open mouths touched each other. Neither of us locked lips in a kiss, but neither did either of us pull away. We just continued strutting at each other, touching mouths in a pecking type motion. We were neither fighting nor kissing nor dancing ... we were just there in the dark and cold, pecking each others' mouths. Not at all friendly, but not fully hostile either. Just, there in the rocks, butting mouths together.
This duet continued for a good 10 minutes, when a car pulled up with its high beams on, and parked right next to us. The occupants poured out of the car, recognizing us, and saying, "Hey Lori, hey Erica, why're you two outside? let's go in!!"
I went inside, grabbed a double shot of tequila, and ran to the bathroom, wanting to get the gross drool from Lori's mouth off my lips. I sat on the toilet, and proceeded to masturbate myself to orgasm over three times in succession. My head was spinning from the outdoor confrontation, the liquor, and ..... well, the confusion.
I didn't see Lori at all the rest of the night. I can't tell you for sure whether I wanted to or not.
My question is .... where do things stand between Lori and me? Who's winning? Erica
Dear Erica--Well, first things first. We're pretty sure we're going to keep printing every letter you send. No need to apologize.
Now, as to where things stand between you two ladies: each of you continues to take the full measure of the other. Each is ready and willing to fight. Each is ready and willing to get in the other's face .... figuratively, and, literally. Each is prepared to fully and completely defeat the other. And that might yet happen. But it hasn't happened yet .... and possibly never will.
In short, you two are right where you were last summer when your war began: probing each others' strengths and weaknesses. Looking for the opportunity to strike. And enjoying this showdown more than you expected.
What was it Patton said? "It is good that war is so terrible. Otherwise men would grow to love it."
Get ready for the Spring Campaign. TABSK
