Bi-Sexual Female / 47
When I was in high school, I had a crush on my god mother Beverly. I practically lived with her during the summer and a lot of times on school weekends. She allowed me to wear to clothes and shoes a lot. We had a great time. Beverly also helped foster my interest in fast cars as she drove a red 1969 Galaxy convertible. She had ordered with a 429 Cobra Jet and a 4 speed.
Beverly knew that I had a crush on her and did not make a move until I was 18. But in the meantime, she teased me by encouraging me to wear her clothes and shoes. I literally ruined every pair of Keds sneakers each summer by not wearing socks.
When I turned 16, I desperately wanted to drive her hot, fast Galaxy convertible to prom. I'm not sure if she was concerned that I could not handle the powerful car or if she was jealous that I was going with some cute guy, but Beverly refused to let me drive it. I was furious. Looking back, it was probably a little bit of both reasons, as she was protective of me and was a little jealous of the attention I received. Regardless, the prom came and went, and I hung around with Beverly a lot that summer in spite of my anger.
Then it occurred to me that the upcoming Halloween would be great opportunity to "even the score" with 'ole Bev by vandalizing her beloved Galaxy. I enjoyed fantasizing about various tricks I could play and the priceless reaction on Beverly's face when she found my handiwork. It became a bit of an obsession for he week before Halloween.
Finally, Halloween night came, and I went out to "run an errand" at around 10.00 p.m. after the trick or treaters had gone home. There Beverly's Galaxy sat in her driveway while she was a Halloween party with a friend. My blood pressure began to rise, and I ever began to sweat. I parked my '75 Camaro out of the way, and snuck up to Bevelry's house dressed in a black t-shirt, blue jeans and ironically Beverly's navy blue Sear Jeepers Sneakers without socks.
Then it was time for revenge. I pulled out a utility knife and cut the first almost new raised letter Goodyear Poly Glas GT tire on the right front. The air began whistled out of the sidewall as I proceeded to the right rear. More air sound as I cut a 1" gash. The car began to tilt a little toward the right side as I started on the left rear. The right front stopped hissing point, and I carved the left front and threw an egg in the middle of the hood.
Immediately, I began to sneak back to my car while I was shaking from the rush of adrenaline. For a moment, I looked back to see my handiwork in the moon light. The Galaxy was appeared to be almost sitting on the ground. I had to grab my mouth to not start snickering. I made to my car and slowly left. I was sweating profusely from the excitement.
The next day, Beverly called and said that someone had slashed her new tires. I held back my excitement, but I believe that she figured out it was me even though she did not say it. Years passed, and I turned 18. We had quite a little love affair until I had to go off to college. It was sad parting, but I was starting a new life.
A few years after that, I became engaged to a guy and got married. When I got home from the honeymoon, I found my 75 Camaro sitting on its rims with slashed tires and one egg on the hood. At first, I was shocked, then I fondly smiled. In the mailbox at our new house was an envelope addressed to me. I opened and found a note that merely said, "KARMA" and enough money to replace my tires. I never cleaned the egg off as a reminder of my fun times with Beverly.
Debbie
Beverly knew that I had a crush on her and did not make a move until I was 18. But in the meantime, she teased me by encouraging me to wear her clothes and shoes. I literally ruined every pair of Keds sneakers each summer by not wearing socks.
When I turned 16, I desperately wanted to drive her hot, fast Galaxy convertible to prom. I'm not sure if she was concerned that I could not handle the powerful car or if she was jealous that I was going with some cute guy, but Beverly refused to let me drive it. I was furious. Looking back, it was probably a little bit of both reasons, as she was protective of me and was a little jealous of the attention I received. Regardless, the prom came and went, and I hung around with Beverly a lot that summer in spite of my anger.
Then it occurred to me that the upcoming Halloween would be great opportunity to "even the score" with 'ole Bev by vandalizing her beloved Galaxy. I enjoyed fantasizing about various tricks I could play and the priceless reaction on Beverly's face when she found my handiwork. It became a bit of an obsession for he week before Halloween.
Finally, Halloween night came, and I went out to "run an errand" at around 10.00 p.m. after the trick or treaters had gone home. There Beverly's Galaxy sat in her driveway while she was a Halloween party with a friend. My blood pressure began to rise, and I ever began to sweat. I parked my '75 Camaro out of the way, and snuck up to Bevelry's house dressed in a black t-shirt, blue jeans and ironically Beverly's navy blue Sear Jeepers Sneakers without socks.
Then it was time for revenge. I pulled out a utility knife and cut the first almost new raised letter Goodyear Poly Glas GT tire on the right front. The air began whistled out of the sidewall as I proceeded to the right rear. More air sound as I cut a 1" gash. The car began to tilt a little toward the right side as I started on the left rear. The right front stopped hissing point, and I carved the left front and threw an egg in the middle of the hood.
Immediately, I began to sneak back to my car while I was shaking from the rush of adrenaline. For a moment, I looked back to see my handiwork in the moon light. The Galaxy was appeared to be almost sitting on the ground. I had to grab my mouth to not start snickering. I made to my car and slowly left. I was sweating profusely from the excitement.
The next day, Beverly called and said that someone had slashed her new tires. I held back my excitement, but I believe that she figured out it was me even though she did not say it. Years passed, and I turned 18. We had quite a little love affair until I had to go off to college. It was sad parting, but I was starting a new life.
A few years after that, I became engaged to a guy and got married. When I got home from the honeymoon, I found my 75 Camaro sitting on its rims with slashed tires and one egg on the hood. At first, I was shocked, then I fondly smiled. In the mailbox at our new house was an envelope addressed to me. I opened and found a note that merely said, "KARMA" and enough money to replace my tires. I never cleaned the egg off as a reminder of my fun times with Beverly.
Debbie
