the other, but that had now changed. The tattoos enhanced the woman’s beauty and contrasted her ghostly pallor in a way that was quite striking.
Soon a well-built young man clad only in boxer shorts emerged from the house and attempted to placate the tattooed beauty. He had long blond hair Vera judged too pretty for a man. She realized this was unfair given her own preferences, but she couldn’t help how she felt. The woman screamed at him. It seemed this man was the mysterious Casey. It was clear he had been the woman’s lover, but he had done something to bring their relationship to the brink of ruin. The nature of that something became obvious as another young woman—this one a shapely blonde wearing a man’s dress shirt and nothing else—came out of the house and started screaming at both of them. The blonde lady seemed more upset about the damage to the Lexus than anything else.
The tattooed woman screamed again and charged at the blonde lady. The man intervened, putting himself between the women. He managed to wrest the golf club away from the tattooed woman. By then a male neighbor had emerged from the house next door and was threatening to call the police. The blond man displayed some venom of his own, telling the neighbor he had things under control and that he should mind his own fucking business. At that point the tattooed woman broke off her attempted assault on the blonde woman and headed for a truck parked at the curb. She got in the truck and started it up, apparently having left her keys in the ignition prior to entering the house. She did a three-point turn in the middle of the street, got the truck positioned so that the driver’s side was facing the driveway, and screamed a final threat at Casey and his blonde floozy.
“You stay the fuck away from me, asshole! I ever see your face again, I’ll fucking kill you, and that’s a promise.”
Then she hit the gas and peeled away from there. The black-haired beauty was so consumed with rage she took no note of either Vera or her dog as she drove away. Only a desperate, last-second tug on his leash saved the life of Puddles the Pomeranian.
Vera lingered a couple moments longer as Casey and the blonde woman exchanged a few heated words before going back inside. Once this last bit of drama was over, Vera turned away from the house and headed back in the direction of her grandson’s home. The grandson remarked on how subdued she seemed upon returning, but Vera did not mention the fabulously exciting things she had witnessed that afternoon. She spent the rest of the day thinking of little else, though, and only became sociable again later that night when she made tea for the grandson.
She dosed the condescending asshole’s cup with rat poison.
It was a satisfying end to one of the most remarkable and enjoyable days of her long life.
She was so consumed with rage and incipient hatred she nearly crashed the truck several times on her way out of the whore’s neighborhood. The truck swerved wildly every time she let go of the steering wheel and slammed her palms against it. With just one exception, she was able to right the vehicle in time to avoid colliding with cars parked at the curb. But that one time she was a touch too slow correcting her course and wound up clipping the fender of a big old Buick. There was a thump followed by a loud rending of metal.
Echo Vaughn never considered stopping. The way she felt right now, she was likely to kill anyone who got aggro with her, which the Buick’s owner was certain to do if she stopped to talk with him or her. So she put the accelerator to the floor and Casey’s F-150 tore away from the Buick with an even louder sound of rending metal. A glance at the rearview mirror as she sped away revealed significant damage to the other vehicle. Its fender was badly shredded. Any other time she might have felt bad for what her negligence had caused, but right now she didn’t give a damn.
She couldn’t
Soon a well-built young man clad only in boxer shorts emerged from the house and attempted to placate the tattooed beauty. He had long blond hair Vera judged too pretty for a man. She realized this was unfair given her own preferences, but she couldn’t help how she felt. The woman screamed at him. It seemed this man was the mysterious Casey. It was clear he had been the woman’s lover, but he had done something to bring their relationship to the brink of ruin. The nature of that something became obvious as another young woman—this one a shapely blonde wearing a man’s dress shirt and nothing else—came out of the house and started screaming at both of them. The blonde lady seemed more upset about the damage to the Lexus than anything else.
The tattooed woman screamed again and charged at the blonde lady. The man intervened, putting himself between the women. He managed to wrest the golf club away from the tattooed woman. By then a male neighbor had emerged from the house next door and was threatening to call the police. The blond man displayed some venom of his own, telling the neighbor he had things under control and that he should mind his own fucking business. At that point the tattooed woman broke off her attempted assault on the blonde woman and headed for a truck parked at the curb. She got in the truck and started it up, apparently having left her keys in the ignition prior to entering the house. She did a three-point turn in the middle of the street, got the truck positioned so that the driver’s side was facing the driveway, and screamed a final threat at Casey and his blonde floozy.
“You stay the fuck away from me, asshole! I ever see your face again, I’ll fucking kill you, and that’s a promise.”
Then she hit the gas and peeled away from there. The black-haired beauty was so consumed with rage she took no note of either Vera or her dog as she drove away. Only a desperate, last-second tug on his leash saved the life of Puddles the Pomeranian.
Vera lingered a couple moments longer as Casey and the blonde woman exchanged a few heated words before going back inside. Once this last bit of drama was over, Vera turned away from the house and headed back in the direction of her grandson’s home. The grandson remarked on how subdued she seemed upon returning, but Vera did not mention the fabulously exciting things she had witnessed that afternoon. She spent the rest of the day thinking of little else, though, and only became sociable again later that night when she made tea for the grandson.
She dosed the condescending asshole’s cup with rat poison.
It was a satisfying end to one of the most remarkable and enjoyable days of her long life.
She was so consumed with rage and incipient hatred she nearly crashed the truck several times on her way out of the whore’s neighborhood. The truck swerved wildly every time she let go of the steering wheel and slammed her palms against it. With just one exception, she was able to right the vehicle in time to avoid colliding with cars parked at the curb. But that one time she was a touch too slow correcting her course and wound up clipping the fender of a big old Buick. There was a thump followed by a loud rending of metal.
Echo Vaughn never considered stopping. The way she felt right now, she was likely to kill anyone who got aggro with her, which the Buick’s owner was certain to do if she stopped to talk with him or her. So she put the accelerator to the floor and Casey’s F-150 tore away from the Buick with an even louder sound of rending metal. A glance at the rearview mirror as she sped away revealed significant damage to the other vehicle. Its fender was badly shredded. Any other time she might have felt bad for what her negligence had caused, but right now she didn’t give a damn.
She couldn’t
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