Rosemarie's Revenge

Rosemarie once again grabbed a can of diet soda from the refrigerator and made herself comfortable on her couch. Only this time, McKenna was gone. She had been brought back to the couple’s home, where she had been living. A sly smile crept across Rosemarie’s face. Damn, McKenna was easy for someone who otherwise appeared to be rather sharp-minded. She couldn’t believe how simple it had been to convince her to move in. McKenna must have sensed that something might be up, though, unless she was naturally cautious, given the way she wanted to move in “slowly.” Rosemarie decided she would be on her best behavior until McKenna was fully moved in. She figured that the more McKenna settled, the harder it would be for her to move back out, despite the fact that she got the impression McKenna traveled light and didn’t own much. The woman seemed to value comfort over stuff. Regardless of how few possessions McKenna had, she would still be under Rosemarie’s roof and therefore at her mercy. The only question was how she wished to proceed. She pondered and reflected on the situation, past and present, and realized she still had mixed emotions about McKenna. She knew it was silly to dwell on immature bullshit from decades ago. She also knew that McKenna coming between her and Rick had been a good thing, since Rick was anything but good for her. In the end, she’d done herself a favor. “This is your chance to experiment like you’ve always wanted,” Rosemarie told herself. Certainly, she could distract McKenna from the guy she was interested in, right? But then there was the part of her that was still angry—anger she had never fully dealt with, which she believed could only be purged at the source. She couldn’t beat Rick’s ass, but she was confident she could handle McKenna. She couldn’t deny that slowly tormenting the girl was as much, if not more, of a turn-on than playing nicey-nicey and hooking up just to satisfy her curiosity. Rosemarie sighed with indecision. She wasn’t sure which path to take with McKenna. She supposed she should try to be nice, at least to have a playmate, since she was getting older and men tended to be pickier about appearance than women, and many were put off by her bitchy manner. Besides, she didn’t want to get in trouble. If she harmed McKenna, it wouldn’t be too hard to figure out where to send the police. Did she really want to invite trouble so close to home? Finally, she decided to just wing it and do what felt right at the time. No sense in planning ahead. The future wasn’t here yet—not quite, anyway.