I had only been waiting about ten minutes within the small lounge of the local pub and grill that served the small town in which I’d grown up in; only to leave it behind in the dust the day after I’d graduated from high school. Not once had I ever dreamed of returning during my ten year absence; and the only reason I had returned now walked through the door dressed in a skimpy black dress that showed off her perfect hourglass figure.
Camilla looked even better than she did when her husband Rob and I were best friends and ended up competing with each other for her hand in marriage. Of course Rob had won Camilla hands down and I ended up leaving town with my tail between my legs to start a new life elsewhere.
Now that was all about to change.
Once Camilla and I were settled at our table in an out of the way corner of the pub where it was unlikely our conversation would be overheard. She leaned over towards me, after our waiter went to prepare the drinks we’d ordered, and said in a low voice, “You were right I finely caught Rob cheating on me.”
Camilla’s revelation didn’t surprise me in the least since Rob had carried out several affairs during and after the time we’d competed with each other over his current wife who now sat facing me from the other side of the table. I was sorely tempted to say, “I told you so!” Especially since I’d warned her about Rob’s penchant for sleeping around with each and every girl that caught his roaving eye and tickled his fancy – or rather made him hard.
But I didn’t, choosing, instead to remain humble as I asked my former best friend’s wife, “What do you plan to do about it.”
“To start with your going to make love to me!” Camilla answered in a straightforward manner that, quite frankly, took even me by surprise.
Of course her plan was as devious and vengeful as to be expected from a scorned woman. As in: Hell hath no fury then a woman scorned.
It was also quite simple and Rob was going to regret cheating on Camilla.
The first part of her plan included letting me have my way with her right there on top of my former best friends and competitor’s bed.
The second part of her plan (the part that would sting her cheating husband’s heart and knock the breath right out of him) was her decision to go with me when I left town to return home.
For a long moment I just sat there gazing into Camilla’s eyes, when at last she fell silent after outlining her plan of revenge, patiently awaiting my answer.
Finely all I could manage to get out was, “So when do we start?” As my heart began to burn with renewed passion and my face lit up with a smile of victory long deferred and impatiently awaited.