A Mishap of Circumstance 01

What happens in a dark room at a party changes gabby's life

This story is the property of the writer Kalimaxos.

Any unauthorized reproduction or reprint without the express authorization of the author is strictly prohibited.

This story is the property of the writer Kalimaxos.

Any unauthorized reproduction or reprint without the express authorization of the author is strictly prohibited.

My characters are often flawed, and like real life, my stories are a shitshow, like life.

I want to thank my newly found editor Legio_Patria_Nostra for taking the time to review my work.

Partial lyrics of three songs were included in this story, and the original artists should be credited.

"Games People Play" 1980 by The Alan Parsons Project, and

"Monster Mash" 1962 by Bobby Pickett should be credited.

"Mrs. Robinson." 1968 by Simon & Garfunkel

I hope you find them and listen to them on any music platform or buy them. They will set the mood.

I also love movies - which leads me to use lines from or references to them from time to time. Indulge me.

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Bugger!

I am a bloody idiot. That's what I am. And at my age at that! Forty!

Alright, alright, I guess I should explain. Maybe you will understand as no one else is likely to believe me. None of this was planned. It just happened.

It all started when my daughter and son, Bonnie and Clyde, decided to have a Halloween party. Yes, those are their names, chosen from a movie my husband and I liked. When we used to enjoy the same things, that is. More of that later.

So yes, a Holloween costume party for their friends and some of our neighbors. I was against it as I didn't want to be a maid, cook, waitress, and chaperone to everyone.

"Mom," my nineteen-year-old daughter opined. "Everyone attending will be over eighteen, now that Clyde is of age."

"That's what's worrying me. A bunch of late teens who think they can do anything they want. Cats and Dogs, living together. For the record, beer only. I see any hard liquor or drugs, and I toss whoever brought it out."

"Mom, most of our friends are band-geeks and honor society grade-chasers. I don't think there is anyone who has an arrest or out-of-wedlock child between us. Mom, you did a great job raising us. Now get an outfit and enjoy yourself."

"It's your kind that I worry about. Goody-goodies that hold it in until you let it out."

"Come on Mom! You're overreacting to this. Relax and go with the flow. Plus, we have invited older neighbors for you and dad not to feel out of place. The Goldsteins, the Andersons, and the Donatos are going to come. If anything, I hope you parents behave. Mrs. Anderson is a party-animal."

"She's a slut. I have to keep her off your dad. She is working through all the dads in your class."

"Mom, you're silly. Wilma is just friendly."

"Too friendly," I scoffed. "I'm keeping my eye on her."

"Good luck with all the masks and costumes everyone will be in."

"I'm going to be at the door and will know what the bitch is wearing."

"Whatever mom."

And just like that, I was dismissed. It was just twenty years before, I was her age when I married Bonnie's father during college. We had to. He knocked me up. Then a year later, her brother came along - another accident. But neither of them knew. Placing my college education on hold, I stayed home to raise two kids and be Randy's happy little homemaker.