“What a really great meeting, really,” the woman said, as she gazed out the passenger side window wi
“What a really great meeting, really,” the woman said, as she gazed out the passenger side window with big, observant eyes, tucking a lock of frosted blonde hair behind her ear, “It’s so exciting, thinking about this actually happening.”“I know, I know!” the driver replied, a striking, red-headed woman in her 40’s, “and I’m so glad he doesn’t mind that you came. Howard would have been upset. He gets so, like, worked-up when I talk about the party…”They took a right onto Sycamore, into the blonde’s subdivision.“Just because he’s a democrat doesn’t mean I have to be,” the blonde responded with a confident self-possession, looking back at her friend Olivia, “I told him he could say I was at a garden club meeting, if that made him feel better.”At that, the redhead snorted giddily…they both giggled. Suddenly the redhead’s eyes went wide, looking past her friend to the street.“Is that…???” she exclaimed, pointing, “Your husband’s new office girl?? There, ahead of us, on the bike…”“It can’t be…” the blonde said, turning to look back out her window - and then pausing, incredulous…her voice hardened. “That little shit I’m going to kill him.” Her eyes narrowed as she felt the icy cold anger of years’ past curdle her thoughts.“So…that’s her? That’s…”“Yeah, that’s her…” the blonde said, flatly.“Jesus Sheryl I thought I had big tits…” the redhead marveled, slowing as they passed the obviously tall, obviously busty woman on the bicycle. Despite themselves both women stared, in awe of the young brunette’s dramatic profile. “What’s she doing in your neighborhood?” the redhead asked, “Was she…? With your husband..?”“I don’t know, Olivia…” the blonde answered, stewing in her ire, her annoyance. Really?? This again?? “He may be an idiot, but he’s not stupid…he knows what would happen, how it’d turn out, if he…did that again. No, he’s just…mesmerized, by those…” “…enormous breasts?”Shit shit shit! Hot, red blood pounded at her temples, behind her eyes. Think, Sheryl, think!! “He’s really a boob guy,huh?”“Oh c’mon, are you kidding?” the blonde scoffed, “you see the way he looks at you. When you came over to the pool, in that black one-piece, he could barely talk. Imagine what he’s like with her, around those…those…” “…enormous breasts?” the redhead added, finishing her friend’s thought again. In the rear view mirror she looked back at the woman, now biking behind them.“Want me to run her over?” the redhead asked, drifting to a halt at a stop sign.The blond woman chuckled morbidly. “No…” she said, with stoic forbearance, “it’s not her fault…”Pulling her eyes off the reflection of the girl on the bike in the side mirror, she set her gaze ahead, out the windshield.“I’ve got a better idea…” <