Perfect
By Cuirbouilli
In 2005 I had the idea to write a story about a lady in a leather coat as a series of short stories much like the encounters I have posted in this blog. All of the encounters are with the same gorgeous lady and she elicits various responses from people everywhere she goes. Men and women alike react to the woman in the long leather coat. Not only does she induce awe, admiration, and lust; but also envy, disapproval, and even contempt.
10:40 AM Saturday March 5, 2005
She admired herself in the full-length mirror. Her toned, slender body glistened. She was forty years old and still drop dead gorgeous! She did not intend to age if she could help it and took the absolute best care of herself that she possibly could. She was as healthy now as she had ever been and she intended to live a long life.
Blair had the world by the balls and she planned to enjoy it for many years to come.
She dried off and stepped on her scale. It read 146 pounds, same as always. For her statuesque five-foot-nine-inch frame that was an ideal weight in her opinion. She had no desire to be a waif like so many of her friends that she modeled with years ago. The dressmaker last week gave her measurements as 37c-26-37. She was a fit, full-bodied woman and she liked herself that way.
More women should be happy with their bodies Blair thought. But, then again, few women were as perfect as she was.
Delighted with herself, she laughed happily as she pulled on her satin bathrobe and flitted out of the master bathroom into her opulent bedroom.
She sat at her bureau to apply her cosmetics. She didn’t need much make-up. Her skin was smooth and unblemished. Those chemical peels and expensive creams helped prevent any wrinkles so far. She liked to think that her glowing skin was actually more a reflection of her superior physique. She applied mascara to her long, thick lashes. Her cocoa-brown eyes were bright and well-rested with never a trace of bags or crow’s feet around them. Her full lips parted in the bombshell smile that she had skillfully employed to her own personal benefit since she was sixteen. She never hesitated to vamp it up, and today was definitely a red lipstick day. She brushed her thick, armpit-length hair. Her golden blonde was from a bottle, but she had dyed it for so long it seemed like her natural color.
She stopped for a moment to look at a picture of her husband Rex on the vanity. Tall, dark, and handsome, Rex was the most successful, charismatic, and provocative man she ever met. Fierce and daring, he feared nothing and no one. He was always off to some corner of the globe in his private jet and when he offered to take her with him she was thrilled to go. He gave her the world and convinced her that she deserved the best of everything. Rex was the only man who was ever a match for her; the only man worthy of her love. She would have married him even if he wasn’t rich. They were together for ten wonderful years; the greatest years of her life.
Almost three years had passed since Rex was killed in a plane crash. His death was the first and only time Blair’s charmed life was unfair to her. At first she thought she might lose her mind to sadness, anger, and grief. However, Blair was not about to let herself shrivel into a washed up, forlorn widow. She recovered from her tragedy and emerged stronger than ever. She abandoned all thoughts of romance and turned into an invulnerable, irresistible man eater for the sheer, self-indulgent pleasure of it. She had been faithful to one man for a decade and rewarded with a broken heart for her virtue. She felt entitled to some fun. She was a filthy rich, single woman in her prime and there was nothing and nobody that could stand in her way!
Blair sashayed into her walk-in closet. One look at her long racks of designer clothes made it obvious that she was a shopping queen. She thought about what to wear as she pulled on her bra and panties. She enjoyed messing with men’s minds, but she disliked wearing clothes that were too revealing. She had done enough of that in years past. She was too sophisticated for that now; a lady of high society and member of the most prestigious country club in town. Besides, she didn’t have to dress like a whore. She could turn men’s heads wearing just about anything. She had learned a long time ago that showing less often times got more attention, at least from the type of men she was interested in.
She knew what to wear. Today was a leather day. If done right, dressing in leather attracted men almost as much as wearing a bikini. It was going to get up to about forty-five degrees outside today. Perfect leather weather.
She picked out a pencil skirt of shiny black lambskin. She slipped it on over black lace stockings. The skirt fell just above her knees. The leather gleamed smoothly over her firm, shapely ass as she looked over her shoulder in the mirror. She was too sexy!
A classic white blouse would complement the black leather well. She chose one made of crisp poplin that crinkled as she put it on. She buttoned it up except for the top two buttons. The shirt collar stood up high around her neck. Very chic. She fastened three buttons on each cuff and tucked the blouse into her leather skirt. The fitted blouse creased and rippled beautifully over the roundness of her large breasts. The sharp lines of the fabric moved with a fluidity that matched her liquid leather skirt. She looped a gold necklace set with onyx and pearls under her shirt collar to add a bit of feminine class to her outfit.
The bottom off her closet was lined with rows of shoes. Two-hundred-forty-six pairs on her last count. A girl could never have too many! That wasn’t counting her thirty-eight pairs of boots. Her vast collection of leather boots was mostly black and brown, spiced up with a few bright colors and one obligatory pair of white leather boots. From thighhighs to ankle boots, she had every style to choose from. She zipped up a pair of knee-high patent leather boots. The polished black leather squeaked each time she took a step. The boots had stacked heels that boosted her to just over six feet tall.
Blair was not shy about her height. Indeed, she loved being tall. She always held her head high. Looking down on people gave her a sense of power that she very much enjoyed.
She had no specific plans for the day except meeting with her sister Debbie for coffee. She dreaded the visit. Blair was embarrassed to even associate with her sister. The woman lived like white trash with her redneck husband. Blair was sure that Debbie was going to ask her for money. She never contacted her for anything else. Blair could have saved herself much trouble by refusing to talk to her, but it might actually prove entertaining to watch Debbie grovel.
After that Blair thought she would go shopping for the afternoon. Dinner at the country club might be nice, especially if her friend Maggie met her there. As for the evening; who knew? It had been a few weeks since she had any sex. Maybe she would go out and hook up with some young stud tonight.
Now what coat to wear? She was definitely going to wear a leather coat, but which one? Her double-breasted trench coat hung in the foyer closet downstairs, along with a couple short leather jackets that she wore frequently. She wanted today had to be different, though. She was in the mood to wear something a little more dramatic to get a reaction out of people.
She searched through the closet where she kept her more expensive coats. There was her red leather trench coat. It was too flamboyant. Her A-line leather swing coat with the stand-up collar was too bulky. Her alligator trench was too couture.
Wait! There was the coat for today! Her coat. Her custom-made black leather maxi-coat. It was the most magnificent leather coat she ever owned. She usually wore it only on special occasions. She always kept it sealed in a garment bag to protect it. She took it from the closet and spread it across her queen size bed.
An aroma of rich lambskin filled the room she unzipped the bag and lifted her prized leather coat out lovingly. It creaked as it stirred in her grasp.
Rex had the coat tailor-made for her in Florence. It was crafted of the finest Italian lambskin that was so smooth and supple it felt as if it could run through her fingers like warm butter. It covered her from neck to ankles; fifty-six inches of ultimate leather luxury providing her maximum protection from the elements in the grandest style. The wide notched collar brushed her cheeks if she turned it up against the cold. The coat was semi-fitted, allowing her perfect ease of movement while flattering her figure. The single breasted placket fastened with six highly-polished buttons made of real horn. Real horn buttons were hard to find anymore in the US. That detail alone set the coat apart from any other she owned.
She unbuttoned the coat to remove it from the hanger. Each button was sewn securely to a thick tab on the inside. Three buttons adorned each cuff and a back belt was attached by a button on each side of the waist. A walking slit extended up the back to knee-level and fastened halfway up by a button tab to prevent too much draft on blustery days. The shiny satin lining was made of pure silk, not the usual nylon acetate, and was more plush and better insulated than in most leather coats. In fact, this leather coat was as warm as any wool coat she had ever worn.
Just wearing her wonderful coat would make the day a special occasion!
She threw it in a wide, flaring arc over her shoulders, thrusting her arms into the satin-lined sleeves. The coat ran onto her with a great rustling swoosh. She lifted her hair out from underneath the collar and settled the coat comfortably on her shoulders. The substantial weight of all the leather instilled her with a unique sense of security whenever it was wrapped around her; almost as if Rex was embracing her.
The leather squeaked nonstop as she buttoned the coat all the way up to her bosom. She rolled the notched collar halfway up behind her neck and plucked the crisp collar of her white blouse high inside the lapels.
She admired herself in the mirror. She looked fabulous! She ran her hands over her voluptuous leather-coated curves. The lambskin gleamed as it flowed smoothly over her breasts and hips. She was completely bundled up, but she couldn’t look any sexier! What man could possibly resist her?
She swished into the hallway and quickly headed down a grand staircase, her step bouncing as she went. Her long coat swept over the steps behind her like a ball gown. The rustling leather and satin whooshed as her long legs passed back and forth through its voluminous folds.
She found her black leather Prada bag sitting on a console table in the foyer. She unzipped the purse and rummaged through it for a moment, her movements accompanied by much crackling and creaking of leather. She pulled out a pair of black lambskin gloves that squeaked and shined as she pulled them onto her tapered hands.
Then she snatched up her purse and swept out her front door.
It was a gorgeous sunny day. Her leather coat shined so bright in the sun she was nearly blinded to look down at herself. She felt so radiant!
First things first, though. She had almost forgotten the only thing that could ruin her joy today. She had to deal with her sister. No big deal. She could handle Debbie easily. After that the day was hers to enjoy.
11:45 AM at a Frisch’s restaurant
Debbie sat in the restaurant booth sipping a cold cup of coffee. Blair was late as usual. She was supposed to have been there at 11 o’clock. Debbie dreaded seeing her sister. She hated asking Blair for anything, but this time she had to. There was no way that she could afford to pay her husband’s medical bills. He was in and out of the hospital so much that the cost had exceeded what their insurance would pay. Their church had done the best it could to raise money for them, but it was still only a drop in the bucket compared to what they owed. Maybe for once, Blair would show some kindness and help her out.
The world had certainly been kind enough to Blair.
Blair had been blessed from the beginning. She was Debbie’s only sibling. She was the oldest child and their parents adored her. The favoritism was blatant. Debbie spent her entire childhood in her sister’s shadow. Their parents were poor, but no expense was too great for beautiful Blair. They couldn’t afford a prom dress for Debbie, but they bought a car for Blair’s sixteenth birthday. Debbie grew up having it shoved down her throat that Blair was special. She was “just so pretty and so talented”. She was captain of the cheerleading squad and played on the varsity tennis league.
“We have to help Blair out because she is going to be somebody someday,” was all Debbie ever heard from her parents.
Blair had the opportunity to go to college on a sports scholarship. There would have been no way their parents could have afforded to send her otherwise. They would have spent their last dime trying, though. When Debbie graduated from high school her Mom and Dad told her to “get a job”.
College was pretty much one big party for Blair and still she excelled. As much as Debbie hated to admit it Blair was very smart; blessed with both brains and beauty. She knew that Blair hardly cracked a book and still had no problem coasting through nursing school. She even got her nursing degree.
Debbie laughed at the thought of her sister as a nurse, though. Blair had no compassion for the ill or helpless. Blair became a nurse for one reason: to meet a rich doctor.
And it didn’t take her long.
She barely worked for two years before seducing poor Dr. Louis Roaman. He was a brilliant neurosurgeon and knew everything there was to know about medicine, but he was completely stupid when it came to women. Blair was only twenty-four when she quit her nursing job and became his trophy wife. She stayed with him for almost three years before divorcing him and walking away with half of everything he had. Unfortunately, the poor fool actually loved her. He fell into such a deep depression after she left him that he committed suicide a few years later.
Meanwhile Blair moved on quite easily and latched onto Rex Chadwick next. Actually, Debbie was pretty sure that Blair was having an affair with Rex long before she divorced Dr. Roaman. Rex was a wealthy executive who swept her off her feet and took her around the world with him in his private jet. Rex was handsome and exciting. Debbie wondered if Blair would have stayed with him if he hadn’t died in a plane crash. Blair was genuinely crushed with grief at his funeral. It was the only time Debbie ever felt bad for her sister.
Rex and Blair had no children so his entire fortune and life insurance policy went to her. Blair was easily worth several million dollars after that. She never had to work again, which was what she wanted all along. She still lived by herself in their mansion on the rich side of town. She hired maids to do all of her housework and yard workers to mow her lawn and trim her hedges, among other things.
It was difficult for Debbie not to hate her sister. She had to work two jobs to barely make ends meet while Blair spent her days shopping, traveling, or lounging at the country club. Blair had everything. She was healthy and beautiful. She was rich. She could go anywhere and do anything. She could have practically any man she pleased, and took full advantage of it. Debbie blushed to think of all the men Blair had slept with in her life. She could act like a high class lady all she wanted, but in Debbie’s opinion Blair was a slut.
When it came right down to it, thought, the thing Debbie resented Blair for the most was her freedom. Everything Debbie did was with her husband or children’s best interests in mind. She had no money to spend on herself. She paid no attention to herself at all. She had no time.
Blair was too vain to ruin her body by having children. Not only could she afford to do whatever she wanted, she had no one else depending on her. Nobody held her back. She only had herself to take care of. Debbie almost felt ashamed to think this way. She loved her family. But supporting four kids was tough, especially when her husband, Don, couldn’t work.
Don was still applying for disability. Even with disability they were in so much debt she had no idea how they would ever get their heads above water. A few thousand dollars meant nothing to her sister. Blair probably spent that much in an afternoon of shopping. Debbie seriously doubted it, but maybe Blair would loan her some money to get the creditors off her back.
The loud clicking of high heels caught Debbie’s attention. There was the great bitch now!
Blair strutted down the aisle toward her. She looked fantastic of course. Every guy turned to look as she went by. The long, luxurious leather coat she wore must have cost a fortune. It suited her perfectly; black leather for the black widow.
Blair was always so sleek and elegant. Debbie suddenly felt very ugly. She wore no make-up and was dressed in an old sweatshirt and her husband’s windbreaker. Blair was tall and slender while Debbie was short and dumpy. She never had shed the weight from her pregnancies.
Debbie stood up to greet her sister.
“Hi Blair!” she said as cheerfully as possible.
Blair towered over her. The popped collar of her preppy white blouse brushed against her chin as she looked down at her.
“Debbie,” she acknowledged her with a condescending smile.
Debbie hugged Blair. It was an awkward gesture, but it seemed like the right thing to do. They were sisters after all, and they had not seen each other in three years.
Blair’s leather coat was super soft and felt like cold butter from the air outside. Perfect for the ice queen.
Blair patted Debbie lightly with her arms and gave her a kiss like she did all of her fake rich friends; off to the side with her lips never actually touching Debbie’s cheek.
Debbie sat down again.
“Honestly Debbie! Couldn’t you have chosen some place nicer?” Blair complained as she brushed crumbs from her seat with a gloved hand.
The bitch was already complaining!
“Sorry Blair. I guess I can’t afford to go to the places you are used to.”
Debbie tried not to sound bitter.
Blair sat down across from her, keeping her leather coat buttoned up tight. The leather squeaked and crunched loudly against the upholstery as she slid into the booth and placed her purse on the seat beside her.
The waitress appeared and refilled Debbie’s coffee cup.
“Can I get you something, Ma’am?”
“I’ll just have a latte,” Blair said without looking at the menu.
“I’m sorry. We don’t serve lattes here. Can I get you a cup of coffee instead?” the perky waitress explained.
Blair sighed.
“Coffee will be fine.”
Debbie studied her sister. Blair was impeccable as ever. She dyed her brown hair the same golden blonde for twenty years and it was perfectly styled in a classy side-parted flip. Her skin was flawless. She didn’t look a day older than thirty.
It just wasn’t fair! Debbie was five years younger than her and already had more wrinkles than she wanted to count and even some gray hair. Someone even asked her if she was her own son’s grandmother the other day! Of course, she couldn’t afford Botox injections or spa treatments like Blair.
Blair sat there in her leather coat with her hands folded in her lap.
“So how are you Blair?” Debbie asked, breaking the silence.
“Well. And yourself?” Blair replied stiffly.
“Oh, I’m getting by I guess. Don and the kids keep things exciting, you know,” Debbie answered with a nervous chuckle.
“How old are your kids now?” Blair asked with feigned interest.
“Danny is eighteen, Rachel is sixteen, Kyle is fourteen, and Annie is nine. They’re growing up fast.”
“Does Danny know what he is going to do after he graduates?”
Debbie ducked her head.
“Uh, he dropped out of school last year. We couldn’t stop him. The police even got involved but we couldn’t make him go. He’s always been hard to control, you know. At least he’s got a job now. He’s working with a friend putting in drywall.” Debbie cringed with shame even as she spoke.
Blair pursed her glossy red lips and raised her plucked eyebrows slightly.
“I see. And Rachel is pregnant?”
“How did you hear?” Debbie asked in surprise.
“The woman who cleans my house has a daughter who goes to school with her. That’s unfortunate Debbie. She’s way too young,” Blair said.
Debbie was embarrassed.
“Yeah. I was ready to kill her when I found out. But at least her boyfriend is still involved.” Debbie tried to find something positive about the situation to focus on.
She laughed nervously again.
The waitress brought out Blair’s coffee.
Blair poured a tiny bit of cream and a pack of sugar-free sweetener into the cup, still wearing her leather gloves. She stirred her coffee. Her leather coat creaked every time she moved.
“It’s still kind of cold outside isn’t it?” Debbie asked rhetorically, trying to change the subject.
“Yes. Not as cold as Lake Tahoe, though. Some friends and I went skiing there two weeks ago and it was absolutely freezing! I think it gets colder every time I go. Have you ever been there Debbie?”
The bitch knew Debbie could never afford something like that!
“No, I’ve never been skiing Blair.”
“You should try it sometime. The resorts out at Lake Tahoe are fabulous. It’s really beautiful there.”
Debbie would have sworn she saw the hint of a cruel smile flicker on Blair’s lips before she took a sip of her coffee. Her leather coat creaked again.
“It must be nice to travel, Blair. Unfortunately we have to be really careful with our money, though, since Don’s been sick.”
“So how is Don doing?” Blair asked.
Her tone was sarcastic.
“Well he had a rough time after his bypass surgery, but he is getting around OK. It’s going to be a while before he is able to work again,” Debbie explained.
“How long has he been off work now?” Blair asked as she continued to drink her coffee.
“Almost two years. I’ve started working a second shift job over at the hospital to make some extra money.”
Blair’s leather coat creaked again.
Debbie hesitated to go on, but she had to.
“Without Don working we are barely making it. And now all of Don’s medical bills are coming in! His insurance only paid about half and we have to pay the rest. It’s over fifty thousand dollars! How do they expect us to pay that? And the creditors are vicious! They’ve been knocking on our door already. I don’t know what we are going to do Blair!”
The stress of the situation made Debbie’s voice quiver. She had spent many sleepless nights recently worrying herself into a nervous wreck. Her doctor had her on Paxil and Xanax which helped to calm her down a little.
She held back tears. She was determined not to cry in front of Blair. She would not give her sister the satisfaction of seeing her so pathetic.
Blair sat her coffee cup down. Her leather sleeve creaked and the buttons on the cuff clicked on the table. She straightened her back and leaned forward, causing her leather coat to creak even louder as it pulled across her prominent bust. She seemed to like making that luxurious sound. She folded her gloved hands and sighed, looking out the window.
“So. What do you want me to do about it Debbie?” she asked bluntly.
Debbie was somewhat stunned by Blair’s directness.
“You want me to give you some money. That’s why you asked me to come here. Correct?”
“Well, I…” Debbie faltered.
“I know you hate me Debbie. You must want something, or we wouldn’t be here together.”
At a loss for words, Debbie pulled some papers from her purse. They were her bills. She spread them on the table in front of Blair.
“We have no money Blair! I can barely make enough to pay our rent as it is. This letter here says that we have to make a minimum payment of seven thousand dollars by April!” Debbie was talking very fast.
She tried to slow down.
“Our church has tried to help us, but they could only raise four hundred dollars. There’s no way we can pay seven thousand dollars by April! We will have to file for bankruptcy!”
Blair leafed through the bills carelessly with her gloved fingers.
She looked so smug and impervious in her leather coat.
“I don’t hate you, Blair,” Debbie lied.
“I may envy some of the things you have. But, you are my sister. Can you find it in your heart to help us out?”
Blair leaned back in her seat with a prolonged leathery crunch and folded her arms across her chest. A sour smile curled her lips.
“Is Don still smoking?” she asked.
“Uh, yes,” Debbie answered, somewhat confused.
“And how much money have you wasted on lottery tickets?”
“I don’t know…” Debbie said sheepishly.
Blair cut her off.
“So how is it my problem, Debbie, that your ignorant husband has fried himself with cigarettes and alcohol? Why should I support you when I know that you are not going to change? I may as well flush the money down the toilet!”
“But, Blair, we are family!”
“Only because of the unfortunate circumstance that we have the same parents!”
That hurt. Debbie was about done begging and started to get angry. The bitch wasn’t going to talk to her that way!
“Speaking of our parents, how long has it been since you visited Mom, huh Blair? You were pretty quick to stick her in a nursing home after her stroke. Do you ever go to see her?” Debbie attacked.
She knew that Blair only went to see their mother at Christmas, and maybe Easter.
“Mom and Dad did everything in their power to give you a good life Blair. And you weren’t even there when Dad passed away! You are still the only person Mom talks about when I visit her every week!”
Debbie couldn’t stop the tears that started to roll down her cheeks.
Blair’s expression hardened.
“Don’t try to make me feel guilty that I was Mom and Dad’s favorite! And Mom is actually staying in a very nice assisted-living, not a nursing home. That place is much cleaner and safer than her old house. And don’t forget that I am the one who pays for her to stay there! Otherwise she would be living in some run-down nursing home!”
That was true. Debbie was thankful that her Mom had a nice place to stay. And it wasn’t Blair’s fault that she was their parent’s favorite, even if she had taken advantage of it. Debbie tried to calm herself down.
“I’m sorry Blair. You’re right.”
Damn it! Debbie had promised herself not to apologize to Blair. At the moment she had to, though.
This was her last chance.
“I really need your help Blair! My family needs your help! We could end up on the street if we can’t pay these bills! Can’t you spare us some money? I know the amount means nothing to you. You can easily afford it.”
“There are plenty of assistance programs Debbie. You should talk to a social worker and get connected with one of them.”
“But Blair, you have helped us out in the past! We’ll pay you back someday! Please! Won’t you help your own sister?” Debbie pleaded.
Blair laughed. It was a mean laugh.
Her beauty no longer disguised the heartless bitch that she was. There was no sympathy in her eyes, only smug, self-satisfaction. Her fingers played at her coat buttons, inadvertently pointing to the only person she truly loved; herself.
“Rex convinced me to lend you and Don four thousand dollars, Debbie. That was five years ago. You still haven’t paid me back a dime. How could you ever pay me back seven thousand dollars? I’m certainly not stupid enough to just give you seven grand.”
Blair shifted closer to the edge of her seat as if she was ready to stand. Her leather coat creaked loudly again.
Debbie was done begging.
“Fine Blair! Forget I even asked! I don’t want your help or your damn money! You think you’re so much better than me! Well the only reason you are rich is because you fucked your way into money! Otherwise you would be no better off than I am! You’re nothing but a selfish, gold digging whore!”
Debbie realized she was yelling.
The restaurant grew silent. Everybody was looking at her.
Debbie was so embarrassed and furious that she felt like she was going to pass out!
Blair rose from her seat, looping her purse on her elbow. The creaking of her leather was the only sound in the room. The giant hag smirked down at Debbie, buttoned up safely in her impenetrable coat. Debbie’s vision blurred with tears, making the slick leather looked like a slimy black skin as it glistened on her monstrous sister.
Blair calmly slid on a pair of black sunglasses and limply dropped a twenty dollar bill onto the table.
“Always a pleasure to see you, Debbie,” she said mockingly.
Then she turned and strutted out of the restaurant as proudly as a queen.
“Bitch!” Debbie yelled as Blair disappeared out the door.
Hopeless and defeated, Debbie shredded the twenty dollar bill with rage as the restaurant manager approached her table. He asked her to leave the premises or he would call the police to escort her out.
12:00 in the Frisch’s Parking lot
Blair was not the slightest bit embarrassed. If she actually thought anyone in there knew her it would be different. Nobody in that place could possibly have any contact with the high society she belonged to, though. Who cared what those people thought about her? It was Debbie who should be embarrassed. Leave it to her sister to make an ass out of herself in public. How Blair could actually be related to such white trash was completely beyond her.
Her Cadillac beeped as she unlocked the door with the keyless entry. She gently tossed her leather purse into the passenger seat. She gathered her leather coat up around her knees as she sank into the plush leather seat of her car. The rubbing leather creaked deeply all around her. She was accustomed to being surrounded in such luxury, but she still relished it tremendously. Her senses tingled with delight at the sound, the smell, and the softness of her leather finery. She made sure the long tail of her coat was safely inside the car before pulling the door shut.
She was glad to be done with Debbie.
She laughed at the thought of giving those idiots seven thousand dollars. How dumb did they think she was? She would never get the money back. They always wasted all of their money. And it wouldn’t make any difference anyway. Don was still going to die of a heart attack and Debbie would have to claim bankruptcy. That was Debbie’s problem, not hers.
She was glad to be done with Debbie.
She laughed at the thought of giving those idiots seven thousand dollars. How dumb did they think she was? She would never get the money back. They always wasted all of their money. And it wouldn’t make any difference anyway. Don was still going to die of a heart attack and Debbie would have to claim bankruptcy. That was Debbie’s problem, not hers.
But, enough of that. Blair needed to forget about her stupid sister. Now she could enjoy the rest of her day. She started her car and turned up some Evanescence on her stereo.
What a beautiful, sunny day it was! It was time for lunch and she was hungry!
Wonderful story!
ReplyDeleteI think Blair should have a lady's maid like Agnes.
Beautiful story.
ReplyDeleteA vicious,but pretty lady in her expensive garments.
It would be great to have more stories like this.
It would be great if we have more scenes about Debbie trying to beg for money. She can kneel down and beg Blair, try to touch her expensive boots and coat. But Blair remains distant.
ReplyDeleteenjoyed it, great name. even if for a lady! x
ReplyDeleteI always did love this entire story when I found it years ago, hope to see more of it.
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