"YOU PRICK! YOU FUCKING PRICK!!!"
Kaylee stood frozen in the bedroom door. Her arms were rigid at her side; her fists were clenched as she watched her sister dive off of Kaylee's fiancé's rapidly deflating cock. He laid there, too shocked to move, while her sister tried to hide beneath the sheets.
"Kaylee..." Emily stuttered.
"Don't say a word...not a fucking word! Just get your whore butt out of my bedroom. And you, mister 'let's save ourselves for the honeymoon', can get your sorry butt the hell out of my house and out of my life!"
Emily, draped in the sheet, tried to race out of the room. Kaylee grabbed the sheet and jerked it off of her body. Emily ran for the door, her hands trying to cover her naked body. Jeff finally broke out of his stupor and slunk out of the bed. He made a grab for his pants, laying on the floor, but Kaylee grabbed her high school cheer squad trophy from her dresser and swung it at him.
"I said get the hell out of my house you bastard!"
He ran out of the room, his hands covering his crotch.
"You crazy fucking bitch, you're fucking fired!" he shouted.
Kaylee chased him down the hall and out the front door, He ran to his car as the neighbors hooted and pointed at him. He was only in the relative safety of his car for a moment before he realized that his keys were in his pants pocket. He stepped back out of the car, trying to stay hidden behind the door.
"Kaylee, I need my keys!" he implored in a panicked and humiliated voice.
"Get the hell out of my sight!"
Kaylee threw the keys at him, making sure that they landed away from the car. Jeff scurried out and grabbed the keys to the accompaniment of cat calls from the quickly growing crowd. With the keys finally in his hand, he dove back into the car and he and Emily drove off, followed by boos from the assembled neighbors laughing, shouting and flashing Kaylee a thumbs up.
She watched them speed off, the life that she had been trying to build falling to pieces in front of her. She turned and walked slowly back into her house, knowing that her life had changed forever. She let the trophy drop from her fingers, oblivious to the sound as it shattered on the floor. The rage turned to sobs as she collapsed onto the sofa. Waves of pain racked her body as she thought back over the past years.
She and Jeff had been high school sweet hearts. He had been the star running back on the football team and she was the captain of the cheer squad. They had been the homecoming king and queen. Everyone had expected that they would get married, but Kaylee hadn't been ready. She wanted something more than her life in this backwater southern town. She was thrilled when she was accepted at Alabama, eager to see what lay beyond the city limits. Jeff had tried to discourage her and finally broke up with her when she chose to go away to college.
Kaylee had loved her time at college. The open flow of people and ideas excited her. She became intrigued by scope of the world that lay outside of her home town. There had been a few different guys in those years. Kaylee had enjoyed the passion and pleasure that each affair had brought her. It was only on her vacations at home when she felt the guilt of her strict upbringing. After graduation she had planned to find a job in the city, but had to move home when first her father and then her mother became ill. In less than a year they both died, leaving Kaylee with an ache in her heart and a house that anchored her to the community. At nights she still dreamed of traveling the world, meeting exotic people, but each morning she woke up to reality. As much as she longed for adventure, the community demanded conformity. She resigned herself to her life and had convinced herself that she would be happy with it. She had gotten back together with Jeff a few months after she came home. They were engaged in less than a year. Jeff had worked his way up to assistant manager at the local Winn Dixie and she was a cashier. Their wedding was only five weeks away. Everyone in town thought that they were the fairy tale couple.
She lay sobbing for over an hour until the phone intruded on her sorrow.
"Kaylee its Helen, what's going on?"
Helen was going on her fourth husband and was Kaylee's best friend.
Oh Helen, I can't believe it, my life is over."
"What's going on honey? Jeff just called and said that you'd been fired."
"Jeff's been cheating on me. I don't know how long it's been going on, but I found out today and we're finished."
"Are you sure Honey? You know how rumors are in this town."
"I'm dead sure. I just walked in and caught him and Emily together in my bed doing the nasty. Gawd Helen, I'm so confused. What should I do?"
"You didn't shoot them?"
"No. I just chased them out of the house... naked. I really didn't know what I was doing."
"Oow I wish I'd been there...with my camera! Did the neighbors see anything?"
"Oh yeah! There was less to see than I had expected there to be, but it was all hanging out for the world to see. The neighbors were all yelling and pointing. Old Mister Richardson, from across the road, heard the screaming and ran out with his shotgun. He was standing there laughing his butt off. He pointed at the shotgun and then at Jeff like he'd shoot him if I wanted him to. I just stood there waving my hands and yelling no! Geez Helen, I can't stand the thought of everybody in town knowing what happened. What am I going to do?"
"Well don't worry Honey; I'll make sure that all the girls know what really happened. Nobody is going to think bad of you. By the end of the weekend Mr. Murphy will have to rehire you or he won't have a cashier in the store. In the meanwhile, if it were me, I'd head on down to the beach. Think of it as a paid vacation, they'll have to pay you for the days you miss after Jeff fired you or you'll be able to sue their asses. When Mr. Murphy finds out what happened, he'll settle real fast. In the mean time, throw your bikini and a sexy sundress in your bag and head for Florida. Go get some sun, have some drinks and find some stud for a round of revenge sex. Trust me it's great. That's how I met number three."
"Oh Helen you know I don't have the nerve to do something like that. Sometimes I wish that I was less inhibited like you, but the beach does sound nice. Really, any place where nobody knows me would be nice right now. Thanks Helen, you always know how to cheer me up."
Kaylee grabbed a cloth beach bag and began packing. A couple bras and some panties went in first. She grabbed a pair of shorts and a tank top, and then reached for her bathing suit. She looked at the flower-print one piece that she normally wore under her cut-offs when they swam down at the river. Shaking her head she put it back in the drawer. Instead she picked up the tiny black bikini from the back of the drawer. She had bought it last year. She had tried it on a few times and loved the sexy feeling she got looking at herself in it, but Jeff would have thought it was much too revealing. Feeling a bit guilty she had told herself that she would wear it on their honeymoon and had kept it hidden in the back of her drawer. Steeling her resolve Kaylee tossed the bikini into her bag. She followed it with a mesh cover-up and a short, powder blue tube top sun dress. Convinced that she had all that she needed for the weekend, she quickly showered. She didn't want to give herself time to back out of the weekend, so she dressed with the same sense of urgency. She knew exactly what she wanted to wear. It was a short sleeveless dress. Almost a reddish pink with small white flowers, it hugged her waist and was low cut enough to show off her firm large breasts. She had worn it to a party last year and Jeff had complained that it made her look like a tramp. Well if Jeff didn't like it, that made it all the more enjoyable to wear. She strapped on a pair of high heeled sandals and raced for her car. A few hours later she was sipping a rum and coke and watching the waves break on the white sand beach.
"What the hell am I doing here?" she thought.
