Free Midsummer's Eve by Kitty Margo Page B

remotely resembles a super model?”
    “Same thing I asked.” Mallory burst out laughing, then glanced at me. “Sorry, Eve.”
    “ I mean I know you loved him, but he probably has any number of STD’ s with the amount of screwi n g around he does. By th e way, did you ever get tested?”
    “Not yet.” I had intended to though. I just hadn’ t gotten around to actually doing it.
    “ Well, I am going to call in the morning a nd make an appointment for you.”
    “ I ’ ll call. I'm due for a physical anyway.”
    To be honest, now that I knew about Adam ’ s rampant sexcap ades, I had been lying awake night s dreading what the doctor might tell me. I shuddered, remembering t he nights of unprotected sex .
    Suddenly the mixture of cream of chicken soup, Vegall, and chunks of chicken topped with Bisquick, lost its earlier appeal. My appetite completely deserted me as visions of r evenge danced through my head. “ I know this sounds extremely junior high, but I wish there was some way to get back at Adam . A way to make him hurt the way he hurt me. You know, just make him feel a little pain!”
    “ T hat shouldn’ t be too difficult.” Teri grinned a devilish grin that we were all too well acquai nted with. “ This potpie is delicious, by the way. It’s so nice to enjoy a…simple meal for a change.” She cut her eyes at Mallory , who had a proclivity to serve soul foo d, such as hog jowls and chittlin s, on her nights, albeit delicious soul food. “ I’ m sure if we put our heads together we could devise a plan to cause the imbecile some small portio n of pain.” It was obvious that the excitement of getting even appealed to her. “ You could always hire a hit man.”
    I hoped she was joking. But Lo rd knows the girl still had a goodly amount of residual testosterone flowing through her veins. “ Could w e perhaps devise a plan that’s a little less criminal?” I set desert dishes and my choc olate concoction on the table. “ Perhaps formulate a plan tha t doesn’ t include the possibility of me rubbing elbows with a mass murderer ? ”
    “ Well, that certainly takes all the fun out of it ,” Teri quipped , draining her glass of tea and getting up for a refill. “Anybody else want more?”
    “ You know how he lo ves his car.” Mallory brainstormed as she held out her glass . “ It could a lways get accidentally damaged.”
    “ He would know the did it. And have the copth on her atth in a minute.”
    “ I don’ t think he would have the cops on her ass ,” Mallory disagreed, scooping out dessert and passing the bowl to Tammy . “ But he would certainly be extremely pissed and exp ect her to pay for the damages.”
    “ How good doth thith thound ? What if Chia fell for thumone elth ?” Tammy nearly swooned as the desert touched her lips. She popped a cherry and then giggled and continued with her ide a of a joke. “ And the dumped him.”
    Oh my God! What a beautiful plan. And why hadn’ t I thought of it? That would cause Adam volumes of untold misery if the woman he was madly in love with fell for someone else and suddenly departed his firm grasp for the arms of another man.
    “That’s it,” I whispered absently lickin g the chocolate from my spoon. “ Tammy you are a freaking genius, and why didn’ t you think of it sooner?” It was such a truly brilliant plot! Revenge at its best! “And I know jus t the person to do it. ” I glanced at Mallory with a sly grin.
    “Eric!” we both said in unison as Mallory ’s eyes took on a faraway gleam .
    “He could do it,” she murmured, licking her lips. She had made an exception and gone a few rounds with his pink dicked self , and judging from the leering grin on her face, was at that very minute contemplating the offer of a repeat performance.
    Eric was an employee of mine. Tall, tan, drop dead gorgeous, and had probably never once heard the word no fall from the lips of a female.
    “Okay, we have a plan,” Teri said deep in thought.