I first met Mary at a tavern we both frequent. She was what you would call a homely woman at best. She was maybe 5'4", without much of a figure, slab sided if you know what I mean, no real curves. Her hair was a dirty brown, always seeming like it needed a good washing. Mary seldom seemed to enjoy herself at the tavern and I always thought just showed up to get some gossip so she had something to talk about.
Now I never paid her much attention to her due to the fact that I was engaged and she just wasn't a looker.
I have to admit that I am a huge flirt and even though I wouldn't actually cheat on my fiancée, I did love the thrill of the chase. Everyone at the tavern knew this and it didn't bother anyone, or so I thought.
I first found out about Mary's gossip from others in the bar. They told me that she was more then happy to gossip about my flirting ways and several of my friends warned me about her loose lips and self-righteous ways.
The first time I knew about this personally was a message on my cell phone from an unknown person telling me that I shouldn't run around on my fiancée. I had no idea who left this message and it bothered me a little. My friends finally told me of Mary's gossiping that she left me a message, trying to set me right.
To say I was mad was an understatement. Why would she think that I needed or wanted her advise? Thoughts ran through my head as I thought of a plan to get even and show her to mind her own business. I even told my fiancée about my plan and she agreed that Mary needed put in her place.
An old girl friend of mine agreed to help me get even with her for her meddling ways and the following Friday we put the plan into action. My plan was to have my old girlfriend really hit on me and for me to easily respond, with Mary looking on and not hiding anything.
The plan worked wonderfully as my old girlfriend chatted me up, hugged me, even kissed my neck. The thing that put Mary over the top was when my ex sat next to me and slid her hand up my leg, finally resting her hand on my crotch. I kept an eye on Mary and knew she was watching, but trying not to let it be known. Finally she left in a huff, telling some people that I wasn't right and she would do something about my flirting ways.
Later that evening my cell phone rang, and just as I hoped it was Mary, she called me to really bitch me out and to try to belittle me. I just took her verbal abuse as I put the last part of my plan into action. As she bitched me out I was walking to her apartment door and was standing outside her door as her tirade continued. I could actually hear her bitching through the door and finally broke my silence and replied that she shouldn't talk about what didn't matter to her.
She replied that she decided to make it her duty to "fix my wagon."
I just laughed which got her even madder and told her that she didn't have the guts to tell me this to my face.
