Revenge
By Karen Singer
Chapter 8
Early Friday morning, Steve double
checked his suitcase. Just the clothes
he planned to wear for his fishing trip were in it and nothing else – except
for two pairs of overly frilly panties, just in case Monica decided to
check. He carried it down and put it in
the trunk of his car next to the fishing gear he had put there the night
before. Satisfied that there were no
“magical” women’s clothes in his car, he drove to work. He was happier than he had been in a while
because this was the day he planned to start getting back at Monica and the
other witches. His only problem now, was
a nagging concern about it in the back of his mind, warning him about possible
consequences. But if he could just get
that magic book of hers, he’d never have to worry about consequences
again. She’d be the one who had to
worry!
The day seemed to drag on and on,
yet he was more focused on his work because the anticipation of finally taking
action was adding new confidence and aggression to the tasks he tackled in the
office. The panty checks the girls all
imposed on him had started to become routine.
As Diane cornered him in the stairway that morning, demanding to see his
panties again, his only thoughts were that he’d show her his now…but she would
be showing him a lot more later. He nearly laughed out loud.
At lunchtime, since he told her he
already had his suitcase in the car and was leaving straight from work, Monica
did indeed demand to check his suitcase.
He almost laughed again, knowing that she would only find what she
wanted to find. He was very glad that he
had thought of that little eventuality and put the extra panties in it. Satisfied, Monica warned him again about not
wearing anything but panties, and Steve – contritely – agreed, although the
thoughts running through his head had nothing at all to do with ever wearing
panties again. In fact, they bordered on
maniacal vengeance. And yet again those
nagging thoughts about possible consequences tried to worm their way into his
thoughts. But again, he pushed them
aside, too intent on what he felt he needed to do.
As soon as work was over, Steve
rushed to his car and drove away in the direction that would lead him straight
to the highway. His apartment would have
been in the other direction.
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Unknown to Steve, Carla and Diane
watched him leave and noted the direction he took. Carla phoned Monica immediately
afterwards. “Monica, he headed directly
for the highway.”
Monica sighed, “I guess that’s
good. The little twerp is doing just
what he said he would. Still, would you
be good enough to drive by his apartment later before you and Diane go out,
just to make sure. I don’t trust him for
a minute!”
“Not a problem,” Carla agreed. “We’ll check and make sure. You just have a good time tonight. And don’t forget, we’ll be waiting for all
the details tomorrow!”
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Steve didn’t get on the highway and
he didn’t go back to his apartment either.
Instead, he stopped at a restaurant for some dinner, then he went to a
bar for a few drinks, just to kill some time.
The entire time he sat drinking, his conscience was trying to convince
him that he shouldn’t do what he was planning, and there could be dire
consequences if he did. But Steve’s mind
was fully made up. He had to get his
revenge on that damn witch Monica…and the rest of the witches she was friends
with too.
The sun was just setting when Chad
walked into the bar and found him. “Okay
Steve,” he said. “You still want to do
this?”
“More than ever! You want a beer first?”
Chad shook his head. “Not before we do this, and not with you
afterwards! Got that?”
Steve just nodded his understanding
and got up from his seat. “Want to take
my car?”
Chad shook his head again. “No.
We take separate cars and you follow me.
Park where I tell you to.”
Chad led the way toward Monica’s
apartment, but he didn’t drive directly to Monica’s apartment when he got
there. Instead, he pulled into a parking
space that was in front of another building in the complex, far enough away
that they could just barely see her apartment.
Steve parked next to him. Steve
got out of his car and got into Chad’s
car. “Why are we parking here? Her apartment is the next building over.”
Chad looked at him. “You really haven’t done anything like this
before, have you?”
“No. Of course not.”
“Maybe you should stay here and let
me handle it then.”
“No way,” Steve replied. “I’ve got to find what she’s got in there.”
“And what’s that?”
“Magic stuff!”
“Say what?”
“Magic stuff. You know, whatever she needs to work magic
with. She’s a witch! And a powerful one!”
“Man, you’re really crazy, you know
that! I’m not doing this!” He reached to start his car again.
Instead of answering, Steve reached
into his pocket and pulled out a wad of bills and held them out for Chad to
take.
“Shit!” Chad said, turning his
engine back off and taking the money.
“You just better do what I tell you to, you hear? I don’t want to get caught.”
“No problem,” Steve replied. “Just get me in there.”
They had to wait a little while,
but eventually, they saw Mike drive up, go up to Monica’s apartment, and a few
minutes later, the two of them came out again and got into Mikes car.
“Damn!” Chad swore. “From here she looks pretty hot!”
“She’s a damn witch!” Steve
replied. “I almost feel sorry for
Mike. Almost, but not quite.”
He reached to open the car door but
Chad stopped him. “Not yet. It’s too soon. Just be patient and wait.” Dumb shit, Chad thought to himself.
Chad waited almost twenty minutes
to make sure that Monica wasn’t coming back before he decided it was safe to
try breaking into her apartment. He
pulled a pair of latex gloves from his pocket.
“You got gloves?” he asked Steve as he started to pull them on.
“Gloves? Uh…no.
I didn’t think of that.”
“Course not!” Chad replied. “Amateurs!” he swore softly as he pulled out
a second pair of gloves and handed them to Steve.
Only after Steve had managed to get
the gloves on did Chad let him get out of the car. “Now, just walk naturally,” Chad told him. “Like you live here and you do this every
day. Got that?”
“Yeah,” Steve replied nervously as
he followed Chad towards Monica’s apartment.
Chad glanced over at Steve, his
nervousness was overly apparent. His
inept abilities were going to make them stand out. Once they reached the end of the building
they had parked in front of, Chad led Steve off the sidewalk and went into the
shadows between the buildings. “Listen,”
Chad whispered. “You wait here till I
get the door open. Stay out of
sight. Then come when I tell you
to. And walk normal! Okay?
Slow and easy!”
“Yeah,” Steve agreed eagerly, glad
for Chad
to take more of the lead.
Chad left him while whispering
under his breath, “Stupid shit!” He
walked up the stairs to Monica’s apartment like he lived there and did it every
day. No hurry or worry at all. He didn’t even glance around as he pulled out
a small thin crowbar and began working on the lock to open the door. It took him almost fifteen seconds to break
open the door since there were two different locks on it. “Getting out of practice,” he thought as he
stepped inside and switched on the light.
Steve saw Chad get in the door and
headed for Monica’s apartment. He wanted
to run, but Chad had warned him not to so he wouldn’t attract any undue
attention. He settled for a fast
walk. He was relieved and excited to get
into Monica’s apartment and close the door behind him. As he did so, he realized that there were two
locks on the door, and the door frame around both of them was now broken. The damn witch was going to have to replace
her locks and fix her doorframe. He
smiled at that thought…even as his conscience tried to send him more dire
warnings of the consequences of his actions.
Chad had seen the way Steve had
hurried to the apartment. “Dumb shit,” he
muttered again. “Okay man,” he said,
“what are we looking for again?”
“Magic stuff,” Steve answered. It was the only thought on his mind. If he could find her magic paraphernalia,
then Monica wouldn’t have any kind of hold on him anymore, and he could
probably find a way to use it against her…and the other witches too.
“What kind of magic stuff? Can you be more specific?”
“I don’t know. Whatever witches use for magic or voodoo. I know there’s got to be a book of some
sort. I’m not sure about the rest.”
“Shit! You are one dumb son of a bitch, you know
that? Fuck this, I’m looking for jewelry
and stuff I can sell!”
“Yeah, do that,” Steve agreed
happily. “That’s good! And mess the place up as much as you can
while you’re doing it, okay?”
“Mess it up?”
“Yeah, as much as possible.”
Chad shook his head. “It’s your party, Steve. Your party.”
While Chad headed straight for the
bedroom, Steve began in the kitchen. The
apartment was small and old. Cheap! Why would the broad want to live in such a
dump? But since she was a witch, she was
probably trying to keep herself hidden. He
searched every cupboard and drawer, dumping the contents in the middle of the
floor as he went. He did the same for
everything else in the apartment.
Everything, even the chair cushions and lamps got tossed into a pile in
the middle of the floor. He even turned
the couch and the chairs upside down to check underneath them. But he didn’t find anything that he figured
would have to do with magic.
There were very few books in the
apartment, but Steve quickly thumbed his way through each and every one. Nothing!
They all got thrown into the mess on the floor. He did find a number of candles, but they
looked all too ordinary to him, so he left them alone.
By the time he joined Chad in the
bedroom, he was starting to get worried.
“Find anything,” he asked Chad.
“Got a few little jewelry pieces,
but nothing good,” Chad replied. “Most
of it is just cheap costume stuff. Still, I should be able to sell it for a few
bucks.”
“How about anything that might be
magical?”
Chad looked back at him like he was
crazy. “Not yet, Steve. Not yet.”
Steve started going through the
mess that Chad
had left behind. He checked carefully,
but still he didn’t find anything that he thought Monica might be using for her
magic. By the time they finished, he was
really worried. There should have been
something he could find. The bitch must
have it all hidden somewhere else.
More nervous than ever, and feeling
very defeated, Steve finally gave up. Chad
had finished grabbing the few things he wanted long ago and was waiting by the
front door for Steve. There was nothing
in his hands. “Where’s the stuff you
took?” Steve asked.
Chad just smiled. “What stuff?”
Then he reached deep into his pocket and briefly pulled out a ring
before putting it back again.
Steve glanced at the mess they had
made. It looked like a tornado had been
through the apartment and literally destroyed everything. That thought alone made him happy. The bitch deserved it for sure! But before he left, he noticed Monica’s
laptop computer in the pile. He pulled
it out and put it under his arm. Maybe
he could find something about her magic in it.
Still worried over the fact that he
hadn’t found any magic stuff, he and Chad left Monica’s apartment – along with
Monica’s laptop. Chad got into his car and went one
way, Steve got into his and headed the opposite direction, directly toward the
highway.
Steve had a very long drive ahead
of him, but every mile would take him further and further away from the reach
of whatever kind of magic that Monica had.
He was very stressed over the fact that he hadn’t found anything to do
with her magic. He couldn’t imagine what
she’d do to him if she ever found out what he had just done. But he was also fairly sure that there was no
way she could connect it to him at all. He
had worn gloves so there would be no fingerprints, and he hadn’t seen anybody
at all when he had been outside. As far
as he knew, nobody had seen him there at all.
He was free and clear.
The sight of what her apartment now
looked like was burned into his mind. Total destruction! That bitch Monica was going to be so shocked
when she got home. It was a very happy
thing for him to dwell on for such a long trip.
As his car headed up the highway, Steve had one more brief thought that
there could be dire consequences for what he had done, but since he was sure
nobody would ever know, he began dreaming of a pleasant week of fishing and
relaxing instead.
His dream continued as his car
turned off at the next exit without him knowing it. Steve was sound asleep. Someone else now drove his car.
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