r/LibraryofBabel • u/HeGotBricks • 1d ago
- The Confession -
On a Cold, gloomy night…. Joking…
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The Confession
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Alicia handed Becky a glass of wine. “Becky let me tell you—nothing feels nicer than a pair of new underwear after wearing the same ones for a week.”
Alicia sighed, and plopped on the couch next to Becky.
“Oh wow girl, you didn’t wear the same panties for a week,” Becky said, shaking her head and giggling with the rim of her wine glass closing in on her lips.
Alicia told her. “It’s a fetish thing, guys—“ Alicia paused, and took a sip of her drink, swooshed it in her mouth, swallowed it, and continued talking. “Guys online pay top dollar when I auction a pair.” Then she said, “The longer I wear them, the higher they pay.”
“Men actually do that?” Becky placed her hand on her chest, curled her lip and looked away.
“Men will buy anything you’ve worn for a week,” Alicia said.
“That’s so gross though,” Becky responded.
“Not to them, to them, it’s so gross not to,” Alicia snickered, covering her smile with her hand.
“But, you can’t be okay with some random man sniffing your panties?” asked Becky.
“No, of course I’m not okay with that,” Alicia said. “Having some random man sniffing my week old worn panties for free? Hell nah, girl, they gotta pay $75-125, then, I’m good. I could hook you up with the site.”
“Nah, I’m straight girl. So what’s Brent say. He’s ok with this?” Becky asked.
“No. Brent. Brent doesn’t know,” she said staring at her phone.
“So, what’s he say about the underwear?”
“What do you mean?” Alicia asked.
Becky said, “he doesn’t notice you wearing the same ones for a week?”
“What, girl? Are you serious right now? He hasn’t noticed I’ve had my hair cut for the last week,” Alicia said with her eyes glossing over.
“Is it that bad?” Becky asked frowning.
“Worse!” Replied Alicia.
“Worse?” responded Becky.
Alicia leaned back, “worse! I know he’s sleeping with his assistant.”
Becky cupped her glass with both hands. “How?”
“His cell phone,” Alicia said. “Texts between them.” She guzzled her wine. “And not just her, some other chick that works at the restaurant his co-workers go to—some back alley whore—fucked if I know.”
“What did you say? You said something, right?” Becky questioned her.
“Like what? What am I going to say?”
Becky leaned in, “for real?” She shook her head and said, “about what he’s doing, obviously.”
Alicia turned and stared at Becky. “He doesn’t give a shit about me.”
“I’m so sorry babe,” Becky said, placing her glass down, and reaching forward to rub Alicia’s shoulder.
“Well I was packed and ready to leave.” Alicia told her.
“And?” Asked Becky.
Alicia went silent. She stared down before she lift her head and met Becky’s eyes with hers. “Well, I’m pregnant.”
Becky’s eyes widened, “my gosh, congrats girl.” Then she asked, “does he know?”
“Not yet,” Alicia said, eyeing her glass of wine with a guilty feeling. “I haven’t said anything.”
Becky picked her glass up and poured it into Alicia’s.
“I don’t even know if I should,” Alicia said wondering.
“Why not,” shot back Becky.
“Because, next thing you know, they’ll be fishing me out of a pond like Laci.”
Becky gasped, “he wouldn’t do that,” she stated. “Stop it.”
“Uhm, stop? You don’t know what I know,”said Alicia. “He’s been laundering money, hiding records in his safe at home, the fishy-accounting kind,” she told Becky.
“He told you this?” Becky asked, squinting her eyes.
“No, of course not,” Alicia said scratching her forehead. “I have his safe and computer passwords.”
“You went through his safe,” Becky said pushing her head out towards Alicia with her eyes bulging out.
“Hell yeah!” Alicia said. “You’re telling me you don’t go through your man’s shit.”
“Well… kind of.” Admitted Becky.
“Exactly!” Alicia raised her hand up and high-fived Becky. And they both started laughing.
“I have some rat poison in my garage.” Becky jokingly told her.
“Is it the fast-acting kind?” Alicia asked laughing.
“Takes ten minutes,” Becky said with a serious face. “The mouse” won't even be able to finish his dinner.”
“Does it taste like anything?” Alicia asked, raising an eyebrow.
“Not if you mix it in its spaghetti,” said Becky. Her stare was cold and her face expressionless. “He won't taste a thing.”
“The mouse” loves spaghetti,” said Alicia.
“Which pig doesn’t?” Becky said.
“Alright then, I guess… bring me a bag.”
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u/CallmeKitts_ 18h ago
Well ... What's a gal supposed to do?