The Joy of Revenge

CHAPTER 60 Catfight
I woke up early, tool, a shower and got dressed, haking sure I looked dashingly handsome and smelled just as good. I wore a tight light blue button down shirt and beige slacks. I slicked my hair back, trimmed my facial hair, and unbuttoned a few buttons of my shirt to show some chest. I spritzed some of my favorite cologne and put on my favorite black loafers before leaving my office and positioning myself near the large storefront windows of Bo’s for all the ladies to see. As I hovered around, I received several appreciative looks, smiles and stares. I smiled back and even waved at some of the passersby to their delight.
Unfortunately, I was aiming for one woman and one woman alone.
Today was a Saturday, the day Cynthia McDowell does her grocery shopping. She and her close friends were notorious cougars, a group of women in their fifties who prey on younger men. Honestly, Cynthia didn’t look like she was ifty. She took care of herself and had a voluptuous and fit body which she showed off through the tight-fitting clothes she wore.
After standing near the windows for fifteen minites, I saw her white Mercedes-Benz enter the parking area. After securing a parking space near the store, she came out wearing a tight tan colored faux leather miniskirt, a white long sleeved chiffon top and knee high boots. Her short auburn hair was styled neatly and her smooth cheeks glowed in the sunlight.
It was time for me to make her drool. I pretended to fix some of the merchandise while smiling at a few customers. I secretly glanced at her direction to check if she saw me.
And she did see me. I could tell by the look of determination in her eyes and the quickness
in her steps.
You have to find me first, Cynthia.
I quickly walked to the back where the discounted items were on display. Cynthia disliked passing through that section, but if she wanted me, she needed to come and get me.
“Good morning, Bo,” a husky female voice suddenly said from behind me. I turned around and found one of Cynthia’s friends standing beside her cart wearing a colorful maroon and gold kaftan top and light blue skinny jeans paired with black pumps.
She was the ex-wife of the owner of the diner. These rich folks all liked to come in early
before the masses came.
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nds Martin, Neek can i taip yra? 1 asked, giving her a warm smile. She smacked her lips like
I was a fuely piece of fried chicken
Bu sunetheart you don’t need to be so formal. You can call me Norma, she said, touching
file showcasing her long red fingernaik. Ever since I moved here, these women have been trying to seduce me. They obviously found my temperament alluring…… hoping to
tame my inner haid boy,

“Of course, Norma,” I said, flashing hes another one of my charming smiles. “So, what can I do for you?”
Before she could answer me, a familiar voice screeched from across the aisle.
“Norma, I see you’re bargain hunting again, Cynthia McDowell scoffed, her light green eyes narrowing as Norma Martin rubbed my arm with her polished hand.
“You should try it some time, Cynthia, Norma countered, looking smug. “You never know
what you can find.” Norma abruptly turned her back on Cynthia and with a smile said, “Now, Bo, I need you to help me find some items on my list.”
While she rummaged through her purse, Cynthia sashayed towards us, slowly pushing her cart through the aisle.
“Does Jimmy know you’re here?” Cynthia asked, a malicious smile playing on her pink lips. I looked at Norma and saw her squirm uncomfortably.
James “Jimmy” Cole was Norma Martins young collegiate lover. He was just a few inches. shorter than me with light brown hair, dark eyes, and freckles on his cheeks. He had a lean, muscular physique from participating in sports and had that boy next door’ kind of charm.. Although he appeared to act like Norma’s lap dog, he was street smart and milked her as much as he could. Jimmy drove a nice red Ford F-150 which was said to have been a gift
from Norma.
When I began manning the grocery store, I met Norma and Jimmy together during Norma’s regular weekly grocery routine and had made the mistake of assuming they were both mother and son. After the embarrassment I caused during our first encounter, I never saw them shop together ever again. Jimmy drops by during
the week with a list written in
Norma’s handwriting while Norma continues to come every Saturday.
“So that’s how it’s
ng to be, huh, Cynthia? You can’t play fair, so you bring Jimmy into the equation. You’re just jealous that these boys prefer me while you can’t even keep a boyfriend longer than a month!”
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CHAPTER 60 Catfight
Catfight.
“If you can excuse me ladies, I’ll give you a moment alone to-”
“You stay right here, H o, Norma commanded, holding on to my arm, so I would stay put. “Admit it, Cynthia! You’re jealous because I’m prettier than you and give better head!”
“Ladies, please keep your voices down. There are children present-”
“That’s right, Norma. Keep your voice down. You obviously have no shame,” Cynthia sneered, leaving her cart and walking towards Norma. “You even want to do this in front of Bo. Remember who you’re speaking to, Norma, or do I have to remind you of what I’m capable of
doing?” There was a dangerous tone in Cynthia’s hushed voice.
“Is that a threat, Cynthia?” Norma asked while lifting her chin up defiantly. Cynthia closed the gap between them and placed her mouth near Norma’s ear.
“No, Norma. I don’t do threats. I make promises Cynthia whispered. “Today, you are part owner of the diner. Tomorrow, you can be part owner of rubble and ash. So, what is it gonna be? Diner or ash?”
I saw the fleeting look of alarm pass through Norma’s eyes as she stared back at Cynthia’s, then her eyes lowered in defeat. She quickly backed away from Cynthia, coughed then smiled apologetically.
“Cynthia, do excuse my momentary lapse of judgement,” she croaked while grabbing her cart. “Will I be seeing you later tonight at the pub?”
Before Cynthia answered Norma, her eyes turned to gaze at me, looking me up and down, her desire for me evident in the appreciative look she gave me.
“Bo, would you like to come with me? I have an extra ticket,” Cynthia said, her eyes expectant, hoping, wishing and fervently praying for me to agree to be her date.
I grinned at her.
“How about if I meet you there?” I asked.
Her light green eyes instantly lit up, her cheeks turned as red as her hair and the corners of her lips moved upwards. However, the expression on her face quickly turned to concern.
“But you might be meeting up with other people like Dom, Chip or that really beautiful
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