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“You’ve got to be kidding me,” Jennifer said.
She stood in the doorway of her bungalow, one towel wrapped around her body and another around her head, giving Jessica a death stare and planting a hand on the frame of the door.
“What the hell do you want?”
Jessica folded her hands at her crotch and held her arms in tight to her body. It pressed her massive tits together, so they spilled out of her ridiculous excuse for a bikini.
“Well, I know our men are at the gym together again. I figured you would be alone, too.”
“And that you’re the last person I’d want to see. Did you figure that part?”
“I did. And you’re right, Jennifer. Ok? I came to the island with the wrong wardrobe. That’s actually why I’m here. I wanted to talk to you about it.”
Jennifer pursed her lips before turning to walk back into her room, leaving the door open and talking back over her shoulder.
“I heard about your little rendezvous last night with Rayan.”
“You heard about that? But how?”
Jennifer rolled her eyes.
“Oh, I’m sorry, did you think you were good at covering your tracks? Please, Jessica. I have eyes all over this island.”
Jennifer turned back towards the door as she dried her hair between the towel. Jessica held a hand up to her chest, and one of her feet turned in towards the other. Jennifer’s voice scraped at Jessica, like raking claws into a leather couch.
“It sounds like you actually made a choice not to wreck someone’s marriage. I bet that was hard for you.”
Jessica lowered her head and stared at the floor.
“Don’t act so ashamed, Jessica. You don’t fool me. You’ve got some reason for this sudden display of repentance.”
Jessica brushed the mat at the threshold of the doorway with her foot.
“You’re right. I do.”
Her eyes crept up from the floor to look at Jennifer.
“May I come in?”
Jennifer scowled.
“Whatever.”
She stepped into the bathroom and picked up a brush, ignoring Jessica’s stepping into the room and shutting the door behind her. The brush glided through Jennifer’s long, silky hair as her fist clenched it near the roots.
“Ron and I are having trouble. He doesn’t like the bikinis in my wardrobe, either. At least, not when I wear them in public.”
“Well, duh.”
“I don’t want to lose him, Jennifer. He means so much to me.”
“So, I know you want something. Spit it out.”
“Well, I figured you, more than anyone else, would like to see me make some changes to my wardrobe while I’m here on the island.”
“I’m just the one talking to you about it, Jessica. Trust me. Several women on the island feel the same.”
Jennifer set the brush down on the vanity and turned to face Jessica. She unfastened the hold of the towel around her breasts and let it fall to the ground. Jessica’s eyes widened.
“Jessica, you’re not the only one on the island with a body. I just choose to keep it for my husband rather than walk around flaunting it like a tramp.”
Jessica stuttered.
“I, um, came here because...”
Jennifer laughed.
“Not used to someone giving you a dose of your own medicine?”
“I came here because I have a problem. All the outfits I brought are...”
“Inappropriate? Slutty? Why am I not surprised?”
Jessica swallowed, focusing on the ground.
“I can’t get anything here before the end of the retreat. I was wondering if you might loan me some clothes.”
Jennifer’s mouth drop open.
“Wow. You’ve got a lot of nerve. You know that?”
She pressed her fingers into Jessica’s shoulder, pushing her aside as she walked through the bathroom doorway back into the bedroom. Her stomach burned at the presence of this bitch in her room with her. Who did she think she was, coming here to ask for help? And borrow clothes? Still, Jennifer wanted her to cover up in the common areas. She walked over to the bed, bent over, and pulled her suitcase out from underneath the bed-frame. Throwing it on top of the comforter, she unzipped it and opened it.
“None of this stuff is going to fit you with those bloated udders of yours.”
“But it will still cover me up better than anything I brought.”
“That’s pathetic. You realize that, right?”
“Perhaps it will make you happy that they don’t fit and feel uncomfortable. Think of it as my punishment.”
“You deserve much worse, but yes, that will make me happy.”
Jennifer dug a couple of bathing suits and shorts out of her suitcase and threw them at Jessica, who caught them.
“There. I hope they’re exceedingly uncomfortable. Now, get out of here.”
“Thank you, Jennifer.”
“Oh, stop. Please. You’re going to make me throw up.”
Jessica turned and headed for the door.
“I’ll give them back before it’s time to leave.”
“No, you won’t. I won’t want them after your filthy body has been in them. Just wear them and spare us your lack of class.”
The door shut behind Jessica, and Jennifer massaged her jaw before shaking her head.
“Unbelievable.”
