The race was over. Perhaps not exactly a race as it was a mud laden free for all. No broken bones, no bruised egos. A few lost shoes, lots of torn clothing and many sore bodies.
Lines were formed for rinsing mud off clothes. Conversations floated back and forth in the air.
"You did well, Jacqueline," Terrence began.
"For a middle aged woman," Jacqueline finished.
"Hey, you were going to tell us a story," Natalie interrupted.
"That's right! About these shorts," Jacqueline added, "I won't be grossed out, will I?"
Terrence looked at the line and decided he had enough time to weave his tale.
"Couple of weeks ago, I was driving from a late lunch meeting back to work———"
"And where is your work?" Jacqueline immediately interrupted.
Terrence stopped cold. The expression on his face went "grey rock". He looked at Natalie. Jacqueline looked at Natalie. Her look was the same "grey rock".
A very frustrated Jacqueline relented, "Okay, "James Bond" you were saying?"
"AS I was saying, driving back to work. I'm approaching a park and I see a black Jaguar parked at the sidewalk with LOUD crappy rap music and bass that would crack asphalt. My senses are telling me to observe so I park about 4 car lengths back to scope out any activities," he began after her interruption.
"I look at the license plate and call in some favors to figure out who these people are. As suspected, they were no choir boys. During observation I saw the passenger motion for a group of girls to come to the car. And I say 'girls' because I could tell not one of them is over 15." Terrence's face and hand motions became more animated.
"I was about to sneak in and break up the little party, then I saw the faces of the two other girls," he paused.
Natalie jumped in, "One was Stacy?"
"In those shorts!" he pointed at the muddy bottoms on Jacqueline.
"Dayuuuuuum!" exclaimed Natalie, "Did you go old school on her? Kind of like Dad when he caught me smoking pot?"
"You don't know how badly I wanted to yank those guys out of the car and give them a crowbar upside the head! I was ready to put both of them in the hospital or the morgue. I see her questionable "friend" Anika leaned over talking to this white dude in the passenger seat. White dude was close to 30. My little 13 year old is with a girl who is bent over a car like a hooker and my daughter is wearing those," Terrence stopped to take a breath as they moved up in the line, pointing at Jacqueline's shorts.
"Alright, Terrence! Stop pointing to my bottoms like I'm carrying contraband!" Jacqueline exclaimed irritated.
"Sorry, J.K." He apologized.
"Nice nickname! Like the Bill Gates rich Harry Potter author," she commented.
Walking slowly with the line, Terrence continued his story,"I get out of the car and take a leisurely walk down the street. I'd taken the coat and tie off so I wouldn't stand out. Anika looks up and sees me. She KNOWS I'm livid and tells Stacy to run. I say to her in my lowest 'ready to beat some ass' voice, Anika she's not running cause she's got no place to run!"
"You were going to give Stacy an old fashioned ass whoopin'," Natalie jumped in.
"Ooooooh man, I could feel my hand tingling cause I was ready! I wanted to beat those two in the car but they tore ass out of there before I got to them. Their stuff could wait till later." Terrence saw that the line was moving faster and stepped closer while Natalie and Jacqueline followed.
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Dear Mr. Fantasy
FanfictionJacquline Juliet Kenny had witnessed a dramatic end to life as she knew it. Infidelity is known as death by 1000 cuts. How would she survive after her 20 year marriage went belly up? A chance encounter at a pharmacy leads to a night spent at Pais...
