That Friday evening and night in my house, my own childhoood house, is claustrophobic torture. Cara and I have lost our private catfight den at Fleet, probably because someone snitched on us. My divorced mom is absent as usual, probably over at my Dad's bachelor pad apartment, giving him the attention and affection which, if she had only given to him while they were still married, would have prevented their marriage, and our happy home, from breaking apart in the first place.
And, worst of all, my slut sister is in her bedroom with Lance, both of them ignoring me, and being indiscreetly loud in their fucking, knowing I can hear them.
How can Lance tell me I fuck better than my sister, and then choose to be with hertwenty-four hours later?
My house is no longer my home. I need to find a different one, and fast.
I need to take Mrs Harris's home from her, and make it mine and Mr Harris's.
I go to bed early that night, burying my head under my pillow to muffle the sounds of Lisa and Lance's lovemaking.
And I'm up at dawn. I pack my workclothes, and my own cologne and soap and makeup--I'm taking Mrs Harris's from her, but I'm putting it in the trash, not using it. The thought disgusts me. I fill my car with all my belongings.
I thought I'd be making this car ride in 8 weeks to go the Northeastern in Boston, and then to Rhode Island College. But I don't need either of those now. I have a career at Fleet Bank.
And I'll soon have a new husband. Mr Harris.
The whole car ride, the excitement in my pussy builds for my confrontation with Mrs Harris. Donna gave up Lance with such ease when my sister Lisa starting fucking Lance--sure, she came over to our house and slapped Lisa around one day. But Lisa kept right on fucking Lance, and there was nothing Donna could really do.
It'll be the same with Mr and Mrs Harris. Mrs Harris and I will have our epic bitchfight. But Mr Harris will want to be fucking me. So Mrs Harris will just disappear into his past. She hot and young--she'll find someone else.
I arrive at Mr Harris's house just as the sun is rising. The scene couldn't be more picture perfect. Their new two-story Federal Revival, with full central air, is ahead-of-its-time in 1983 Rhode Island, where the humid summers normally favor Ranch or outdoor patio lifestyles.
What a bitch Mrs Harris is, planning to have zero-to-one kids and buying a house with four bedrooms. What are the extra rooms for, bitch?
What's even in those extra bedrooms?
I ring the doorbell. Mr Harris, in his bathrobe, answers.
> Anne! [He's not upset to see me. Just understandably surprised.]
> Mr Harris, I know I should have called. But I can't stand it at home anymore. My obtuse mom. My slut sister. Her horny boyfriend. It's not .... home. Can I crash here??
> Who is it, baby?
[I hear from upstairs.]
> [I recognize that voice. But it's not Mrs Harris's.] Mr Harris, is that .... DONNA ?!?!?!? WHY THE FUCK IS SHE HERE?
?
I push thru the door past Mr Harris. I feel the tables turn on me from my conversation with Cara, her telling me she had ..... seniority privileges on me .... in flirting with Mr Harris. That's how I feel with Donna.
Plus, I won three catfights against her. In front of the school, at the Providence no-tell-hotel, and in the woods.
I barrell up the stairs, planning on throwing Donna out of this house by her hair.
When, another bathrobed woman emerges from the master bedroom.
It's Mrs Harris.
> Well, well, it's Anne. You just can't let go of your high school feud with Donna, can you? Why don't you FUCKING GROW UP, ANNE?
> [I'm pissed off, now.] I'm GROWN, bitch. And this feud isn't between Doona and me. IT'S between YOU and me ..... you've just be using Donna this whole time. I can see that now. [The thought of Donna, Mrs Harris, and Mr Harris sharing the master bed enrages my jealousy.]
> Well, what are you gonna do about it, sweetie??
> You and me, Mrs Harris. RIGHT .... NOW.
> I'm game. With Dannoa and Mr Harris watching? Or not watching?
> You .... and me .... alone, Mrs Harris.
> Fine. What are we waiting for, Anne?
> For them to leave.
To be continued.....