Snobs or bitches. Whatever you wanted to call them, that is what they folks are like in the Chagrin River community. Chagrin River is a community of elitists, over-competitive, power hungry people that are constantly keeping up with the Jones'. Chagrin River boasted more wealth in a community, either earned or made the old fashioned way: The inherited their money from mommy and daddy.
That is how Diane Snow and her family could afford to live in Chagrin River: Her family and her husband's families were both loaded.
Diane's husband, Mickey, was a mediocre banker in a position provided by his father. Diane was the block boss or bully would be a better term. Diane was the PTA president, chairwoman for the under-privileged in the community, block party planner, and the unofficial president of the women's club. Their two kids, Molly and Sean, were captains of the cheerleading squad and the football team. Most of all, Diane always wanted to be number one and she had enjoyed the top perch for a number of years.
Diane was also a self-proclaimed beauty. At many of the community functions and country club get-togethers, Diane would relive her embellished past of being the cheerleading captain in high school and college, how perfect her hair and skin was according to her stylist, and how her life was just so wonderful.
That was all about to change.
A new neighbor was moving into the house next door. The United moving van was the harbinger of bad news for Diane and her family. Not only was the house slightly bigger than the Snow's, the furnishings that were coming off the truck were beautiful antiques.
While other neighbors came over to introduce themselves, Diane and her family went shopping.
The new neighbors, Mark and Lyn Stone and their children, Toby and Ally, settled quickly into the community. Mark was a successful corporate counsel for a large service firm. Toby was a star football player and quickly became the starting quarterback for the high school and his sister, Ally, was the beautiful blonde that every boy wanted to date.
As for Lyn, she was a six foot blonde, perfectly proportioned, and stunning. At either the community pool or the country club, Lyn turned heads, especially when she wore her bikini.
"There probably fake," muttered Diane to her table of minions. The minions absently-minded bobbed their heads in unison but knew that Diane's venom was just beginning to pour out.
"Mickey will be talking to the football coach about Sean's position on the team. After all he is the quarterback. I just don't understand how a new player can unseat a seasoned and talented player as Sean," Diane continued her diatribe.
Another round of cocktails arrived and Martha mentioned that maybe the new kid was a bit better. Her remark was met by an icy stare from Diane.
Diane left the club in a better mood after gaining the minions continuous nods concerning her opinion about her new neighbors. "Damn right!" hissed Diane as she rolled her big-ass Mercedes out of the country club parking lot onto Main Street.
Diane swung her Mercedes into the drive avoiding the gardener's truck and equipment. "Any chance you can move that wreck off to side so I don't scratch the Mercedes?" she screamed at the gardener.
"Right away, yes, mam!" replied Jorge the gardener. Under his breath, Jorge despised the rich bitch for her degrading remarks about immigrants.
She nearly ripped the backdoor off its hinges and found her daughter in tears.
"I am now a co-captain sharing it with that Ally Stone next door. She came in and introduced some new cheers and stuff and next thing all the girls thought she should be leading us. Thank goodness Mrs. Smith intervened and said I was still a captain," Molly exclaimed through tearful eyes.
Diane saw red. She needed to get the Stone's in their place. Diane looked through the mail and saw a letter from the Mayor. She opened it and saw that she had become chairwoman emeritus on the community program. What set off the hydrogen bomb in her mind was that her self-appointed successor was not chosen. Rather Lyn Stone was selected to replace Diane. The rest of the letter was not read but rather crumpled in her hands.
Diane was seething. Her daughter was sharing her rightful spot on the cheerleading squad with a new comer. Her son was battling for his starting quarterback job. Now this shit with the Mayor's office.
Seemed like every time Diane turned around, the Stone's threw them off balance and out of their God-given positions in the community. "This has to stop and life must get back to normal," muttered Diane.
Diane set her plan in motion the next day. She looked for weaknesses about the Stone's. Diane looked into their past, made discrete inquiries about their life in Denver, and even had a detective look into their lives. After four futile months, nothing came out of her investigations other than $47,000 in fees and bills.
During that time, she also did a great job of trashing Lyn. At the club after one too many martinis, Diane mentioned that she heard that Lyn's breasts were from a clinic in Tijuana. Many looked at Diane with disdain and pity.
The Grande-Dame of Chagrin River was falling from her pedestal.
Then one day while sitting alone in the lounge at the country club, Tony Peters, one of the private detectives hired by Diane, found Diane and walked up to her.
"I'm not sure if this is relevant or if we have a positive id, but this surfaced the other day and we thought you might find it important," Tony explained his presence to Diane in the exclusive country club.
Diane grabbed the envelope and muttered her version of thanks. "Haven't I paid you enough already? Please excuse yourself from these premises."
Taking the thank you from Diane, Tony nodded and left. "Fucking bitch," Tony muttered to himself.
The envelope was on the table as Diane clutched her martini looking at the new women's president of the country club, Lyn Stone; play in the pool with her bikini, well-developed body and Diane's former minions.
"One day bitch, you will pay. You'll pay with your ass," Diane hissed through clenched teeth.
The next morning, Diane was awoken by the screams of the neighbors having a water fight. She removed the black sleeping mask and peered out the window to see her nemesis, Lyn, aim the hose at the kids as they hit her with water balloons. The wet t-shirt clung to Lyn's body accentuating those oh-so perfect breasts, slim hips, and legs that every man stared at and every women wanted.
Over a cup of coffee, Diane saw the envelope from the detective and opened it. It was though Santa had put the winning lottery ticket in her hand. Diane stared and could not believe her eyes but before her were dozens of flyers of dancers, college girls, and strippers.
The part that made Diane smile were the pictures.
The flyers all had pictures of beautiful women, blonde women. Blonde women that looked a lot like Lyn Stone, a much younger Lyn.
Diane continued to sip her coffee and chuckle.
A week later, school was back in session and the neighborhood was quiet during the week. It was a wonderful September day, clear blue skies, 85 degrees, and another opportunity to grab some sun. And Lyn Stones was not going to miss the chance to get some sun, quiet time, and a late morning to herself before the community meetings began.
Diane walked across the strip of grass that separated the two houses. Diane walked up to Lyn with a purpose.
Lyn was startled when Diane walked into her backyard. With a start, Lyn bolted upright when she heard Diane enter the backyard, nearly losing her bikini top that was untied for maximum exposure.
Diane glared at the beautiful blond as she tried to hold her jiggling breasts under her bikini top.
"Hello Diane. What brings you over here on this morning?" asked Lyn as she fumbled to contain her bosom. Diane looked Lyn over thinking to herself that I'll own you in fifteen minutes.
Without saying a word, Diane laid the flyers from Vegas on the chaise lounger near Lyn's feet.
Lyn picked a flyer up thinking it must be for a fall community fund raiser and since she is the go-to person in the community, Diane was dropping off the information.
Upon closer examination, Lyn saw the ads and recognized the flyers. It was twenty years ago, she was in college, short on money, and some friends told her about a great summer job in Vegas for some quick cash and meet some exciting people.
Lyn reacted strongly by gasping and raising her right hand to her mouth, the exact response Diane was hoping for.
"Where did you get these?" Lyn asked somewhat flustered.
