'What!' I exploded, down the phone line to my friend.
'He's having what?' Had I heard her correctly?
My husband was having an affair, with a woman at the bottom of her street, I was incredulous, 'never,' I said, 'he would never betray me.' I shouted.
'I'm sorry Donna,' Linda said, 'but he has to be, I've seen him 3 or 4 times now, going in for a 2 or 3 hours, coming out, and driving off.
'And there have been other men, too.'
'Who is it?' I demanded.
'I don't know her name,' she said, 'but she's is Chinese, Japanese, or something, I'm not sure.'
'And she lives in your street? I asked.
'Yes, you know I only moved here 2 weeks ago, so Mike won't know where I live will he?' She said.
'No.' I replied.
'I don't want to upset you, any more than I have Donna, but she is very beautiful and very small too,' she told me, 'I've spoken to her, briefly.'
'Well,' I said, 'she's going to have a world of trouble now; I'm not putting up with this.' I told her.
'Don't do any thing silly Donna,' she said.
'I won't, I promise, but I'll be at your house tomorrow, at 9:00 if that's okay with you?' I asked.
'No problem,' she said, 'but please Donna, just keep me out of it, okay?'
'I will, I promise,' and rang off.
When my husband came home that night, I was all sweetness and light, dinner, wine, the works, we went to bed later, I refused his kind offer of sex, and thinking back, he had tailed off lately, hadn't he?
But I wouldn't have let him touch me, with a 10 foot barge pole!
The following morning, off he went to work.
I dressed to kill, literally, my long blonde hair piled onto the top of my head, to give me more height, which is 5' 8" in my bare feet, I weigh around, 9 stone's, so I'm no lightweight, but it's all in the right places.
My face is symmetrical, high cheekbones, wide eyes, full lipped; I look good, with out being ostentatious
I put on a frilly white blouse, a black short skirt, matching jacket, high heels, stocking, suspenders, silk panties, and front fastening bra.
I'm Donna Syms by the way, 25 years old, my husband is Mike, we've been married 4 years, and I had thought happily, I was really upset about this, and hoped with all my heart, that my friend Linda, was wrong.
I set off to her house, and got there a little after 9, I went in, she took me in her arms, but I wouldn't let myself cry, because I didn't want to spoil my make up.
I looked at the house from her window; it was really big, a detached thing, must have lots of rooms, I thought, to myself.
Linda told me everything she had witnessed, it had to be true, the bastard was being unfaithful!
'Okay.' I said to her, 'Im going round there now, and confront her.'
'Donna,' she gasped, 'Donna you mustn't, you still can't be certain about this, even though I personally am.'
'Im going, and that's that.' I told her, and off I went.
I walked down the street, and knocked on the front door.
I waited, and it opened, and there in front of me, was the most exquisite, doll like woman, I had ever seen, and Linda was right, she was so beautiful, it amazed me.
It shook me a little, because I knew Mike didn't like small women, I knew my husband, didn't I?
And she can't have possibly been, any where near 5ft tall
I didn't wait to be asked in, or what I wanted, I just walked straight past her, and told her in no uncertain terms, that I wanted words!
I heard the door close, and a mutter, about rudeness.
Rudeness! I'll show her fucking rudeness, I said to myself!
I went into what seemed to be, her sitting room, it was huge, there were sofa's and arm chairs all around the walls, with side tables in between each one, it must have sat about 20 people,
It was carpeted in a very lush, thick fabric, my feet sank into it, a large square rug centred on it, I noticed, that every thing in the room, was very very expensive, paintings, and murals on the walls, the whole shooting match.
It was impressive, even to me, in my state of mind, it told me, I was looking at money!
Are they ill gotten gains? I thought?
Is this a brothel, I wondered.
I went straight to the point of my visit.
'You are having an affair with my husband, you fucking tart!' I yelled at her.
If I thought she would be shocked, I was wrong, very wrong.
She just smiled at me, 'And you are?' She asked sweetly
'I'm Donna Syms,' I yelled again, 'Mike Syms's wife; don't pretend you don't know who I am!'
'Ah yes, I know him, she replied.
'Fuck off, you know him!' I shouted at her again. 'I know you are fucking him, you are fucking with my life, and if it doesn't stop right now, you will get more than a fucking, I promise you.'
I was more or less, in the middle of the room, she, near a sofa, then the bitch, smiled, and said to me.'
'And....?'
With my obvious height and weight advantage, and in heels, I was a foot or more, taller than her.
I flew at her, my hands and arms outstretched to grab her, I was going to give her a lesson, she would not easily forget, but she didn't recoil, she dived at me too,.
I was taken by surprise, I had expected her to run, and try to escape me, I had visions of catching her in the doorway, or in the hall.
I sort of faltered halfway to her, she grabbed at my wrists, my momentum stalled, and she pushed them down, then behind me, and around me, and started pushing them up my back, both of them.
As our bodies met, her hands were almost half way up my back by now.
In a matter of about 2 seconds, I was going from an offensive, to defensive, I hadn't expected this.
Before I knew it, my hands were between my shoulder blades, and it was starting to hurt too.
She wrapped her right leg around the back of my left, and pushed, I had no option but to try and step backwards, and of course I started to tumble, as I did, her left leg, went behind my right, and down I went.