“I, I just don’t think I can do it anymore.”

“I mean, it’s not that I don’t try. I really try-not that anyone ever notices…”

“Not that anyone ever notices the meals I make, or the house I maintain!?! Or how I bite my tongue at the bickering, and the whining-always the whining! Of an idiot son-bless his heart! Or a husband, well, I don’t even know if I can call him that anymore…”

“Never mind those pompous girls that come clamoring around…”

*Scoff*

“I mean, what the hell is with them!? Sure, I was young... I, I-I’m still young! But when I was, their age I mean, I, well, well I wasn’t such a total cunt about it!”

“Like yeah, I’d taunt the boys, laugh and giggle and all that. Go braless even, just to see men squirm!”

“But… I didn’t lord it over anyone. I was never caddy, never cruel, never laughed or like, jabbed people for the amusement!?! I never rolled my eyes in exasperation when someone, like say-the mother of a boy I’d hang out with, stopped me with something important, interesting, or maybe even life changing, to say!?!”

“I...I, I try to be a model-for them… I am, a model for them, and, well, everyone! I’m a great wife…And a mom, and a neighbor-and, a friend, I think!? But… But, do they appreciate me!? No! They never thank me, never do anything for me, never even acknowledge me!! They whine and they bicker and they complain and they take and take and take until I have nothing left to give until they’re sure they’ve raised their feet and-

“KAREN!”

“-walked all over me…

“Karen...”

I begin, looking up from my cup of coffee, while I allow my eyes to soften, though my face clearly wrought with disdain and dread.

“I, I’m sorry things are so trying right now. But, I’m not your therapist.”

“Sure, it wasn’t always a problem. But it never seemed as bad as this either!?

Said Karen in contemplation, her face a portrait of rage and sorrow-though clearly hidden amid brunette bangs.

“You’re not listening Karen...”

“I mean, I use to just ignore it, or take it out on our neighbor Lindsey-that woman is like, such a tight ass, always bothering everyone to clear the snow in her driveway, or not to touch her hedges, or about her dog.

*Laughs*

“You know Lindsey, don’t you Drew!? No one’s seen her for a couple of days, heh, maybe she finally found herself a man…”

“You know the sad thing Drew, is, bitch as she is, at least she would allow me to feel something, sure, she didn’t like it-we argued, but she heard me! Heard my pain and my frustration, my disappointment and animosity-allowed the rosy cheeks on my face to tremble as I raised my voice and began to-

“KAREN!?!”

“S-sorry Drew…”

Cried the woman, catching herself in a storm of outrage, her body lightly trembling as she clenched her fists and returned to her chair. I’d allowed her in by accident, or at least in a fit of congeniality, as she had spotted me and hoped to “chit chat”-though only if I had the time.

“Stupid mail…”

I softly whispered, tossing my eye’s in a summersault of frustration, lamenting, that on my one day off, that I had chosen to leave the home at all. And now, I was paying for it. Not that she was a bad woman, no. Polite, courteous, even attractive at her age and stature! Voluptuous, and sensual, with dark brown hair that spun past her shoulders, speckled with only slivers of a rather intriguing gray. Not to mention an old, but quite resilient pair of tits that still caught my eye. Aside from this, she was, despite my lamentation, a genuine friend to that of our neighborhood. That so much was certain, just not the fondest I’d cared to know. No, the difficulty with Karen was that like many confused or troubled souls, who get a whiff of my “profession”, that she continually sought me as her “clinician” as though I had the care, patience, or time…

I really didn’t-have any of those things; but troubles, those she certainly had. A woman quickly overwhelmed, naive, but prone to depression and frustration. Amid a home of un-appreciating men all while the young women in our cul de sac viewed her as nothing but an “aging whore”. Or, at least those were her thoughts. And, whether or not they were true, some part of me, continually, felt sorry for her. Karen was a bit hopeless, and rather powerless, despite her curvature, cries, and stature, and as I looked at her with pity I wondered if there was any that I could give.

“Karen…”

I began once again, staring into the blackness of my coffee.

“I, I’m sorry Drew… I really am.”

“I know, I know you’re not my therapist, but, well you are one!?”

“I’m not licensed. And my dissertation isn’t-“

“But you will be. It will all get done.”

She interrupted, a quite smile beginning to crack upon her face line, as she leaned forward and spoke with the confidence and optimism she almost always failed to call her own.

“And, well, I don’t know, you’re smart, and I guess that’s like, well why I’ve been coming to you, you make me-“

“Karen…”

“Well… Stacy’s lucky to have you.”

I shrugged.

“Karen.”

I tried once more as I stood from my chair and rubbed my eyelids, knowing that in just a matter of hours my would be “girlfriend” would soon be home. Spoiled little brat. I continued.

“Karen, I’m happy to listen, really I am, but, I don’t always have the time. And I can’t offer you the clinical relationship you’re looking for.”

She frowned.

“But, if you would like a bit of advice I would argue that you need to become a bit more assertive, and with it begin to set appropriate boundaries among those you’re close to as well as care.” “From a distance, people might think you an amazon-maybe you should start acting like one.”

I said with a light hearted chuckle, being pleased with my slight, yet empowering intervention that left the middle aged woman beaming, and if nothing else, beginning to grin.

“But. But how!?”

She insisted, though far more calm in her demeanor, her hand almost reaching for my shoulder as I began to show her to the door.

“I don’t know Karen. It isn’t my place to say.”

I quickly took hold of the old copper door knob, heard the creaks and cries of un oiled hinges, and began to cast the poor woman a farewell smile as I opened our living room door before her view.

“How are you and Stacy these days, anyway!?”

I stopped…

“You two are such a sweet couple, it’s amazing that you keep up with her at all.” “Her, and, well her little friends, gallivanting around like little pop stars as they do, all while you hold down this cozy little-“

“We barely make it…”

I quickly coughed, as I turned my head in brief frustration, while I couldn’t help but notice the new found softness within her tone…

“But you are making it-right!? Money’s tight everywhere, especially for a soon to be doctor!”

She continued enthusiastically.

“And, don’t tell me a young girl like that doesn’t have advantages!? I was once her age too, all that energy…”

*Sigh*

I stood quiet in the door way, listening, but with a stoic disposition. Karen’s eye’s concerned, but yet somehow excited as I allowed her hand to shut the door…

“Oh, honey…”

“You know, I was thinking about you the other day.”

She chimed up, returning me to the kitchen table and our coffee. No doubt seeing my distraught disposition, and that it was now I that was alive and raw.

“I was thinking about you, I was in the mall you see, near that shoe store, you know the one, with all the thigh high boots in the window! Well, I was thinking of you because I saw your girl Stacy there, just laughing it up with those tall salesmen boys! My boy Jake was there too, along-“

“Stacy’s talking to other guys!?!”

I began to cough with exasperation, trying my very utmost to veil the rage upon my brow! Karen, on the other hand, began to smile, touched my hand once, and very lightly, sitting, and leaning forward, awaiting me to signal she should go on. I nodded.

“Well. She’s young honey-not that you aren’t. But, there is a difference you know, between a girl, and a woman…”

She raised her eyes, for just an instant, a quiet caramel-soft and inviting, a testament to the sensuality I had mentioned, as I sat silent and listened on.

“I, I doubt they were flirting Drew… Or, maybe they were, I didn’t ask. I was however, going to go tell her that she needs to go home to that fine man of hers, but, well, time got away with me, as it is now. I should go, look at the time…”

She leaned over one last moment, grabbing her keys from off the chair beside her. The woman’s cleavage full and heaving as her peaks brushed the table top below.

“I’ll see you later on Drew, thanks aga-“

“Wait!?”

I harshly spouted, noting her instant surprise, yet captivation. As I rose and moved beside her, and placed my chin aside her ear. I shut my eyes.

“Do you want my help?”

I almost whispered the invitation as my hands ever slowly began to tremble. And while I licked my lips profusely as my mouth had then gone dry.

“Drew!?! I…”

“Well, if you do-want my help I mean. All you have to do, at this moment, is ask. However, you might then see me in a different light, even revile me with a bit of horror-“

“O, Drew, I would nev-“

“-but if you truly want your redemption, well, I’m offering you my care and time…”

“Are you interested Karen?”

I cooed, with an authoritarian’s confidence and bravado, as I allowed the now intrigued woman to perceive me take a glance at her rising breasts.

“Yes”

She replied, her voice now dropping to a whisper, her hand instinctively rasping outward as I rose up and pulled away.

“I’ll be right back…”

I uttered softly, gesturing to the couch in the room before her. To which she moved and sat with hurry, her hands wringing the couches leather at its arm.

“Finally!”

She sputtered-though I had only been gone a moment. Her eye’s looking up with fascination as I returned and took the cushion at her side. I reached into the pocket of my velvet blazer, while gesturing to her to pull the coffee table there before me, to which she did, with ardent swiftness as I looked into her eyes…

“Are you sure Karen…?”

She nodded.

I quickly felt it with a finger, the smooth and yet slippery cylinder. And I withdrew my hand from out my pocket I swiftly rolled it within my palm.

“What!? Drew!? I, I don’t…”

“Shhhh!”

I smirked at that very moment, even cast her a wink in exhilaration. Of course Karen hadn’t any idea what I held before her, but her eyes lit up upon the scream! I popped the lid-quiet gingerly, Karen’s face still a wide, but puzzled! Her eyes watching as I grew boyish and quickly rattled my battled toy!

“OUT YOU GO!”

I cooed-swiftly turning up and over the containers contents! While I watched Karen’s face lurch in excitement, along both bewilderment and fear…

She muttered to herself, eyes now squinting-leaning forward, the fear quietly and quickly leaving as she caught the object in her view.

“Wha…”

“What the!?”

“L-LINDSEY!?!”

Karen shouted startled, her eye’s wide and full of perplexed amusement! Her gaze transfixed on the tiny woman who chirped and pleaded upon her knees!

“Drew!?! H-How did you…”

“It doesn’t matter-all that matters, is that we can…”

“LINDSEY, IS THAT REALLY YOU!”

“It’s her alright”

I interrupted and began to answer, as I turned towards the tiny woman and watched her crawl and back away upon her knees-I laughed.

“Lindsey Morgan, the very same. But, as I recall, the two of you already know each other, don’t you!?”

Karen’s face began to scowl, her face turning to me for but an instant, only to return to the tiny woman who was surrounded by titans at either side! The little woman, no doubt petrified, watching Karen’s face as it loomed close yet high above her-the giant’s hands trembling with ardent vigor to which she soon held against her side!

“So”

I uttered, looking for but a bit of satisfaction. Karen’s face not even turning, but simply smiling before my view.

“Do you like her!?”

I asked.

“I, I LOVE HER…”

“SO, WHAT DO YOU THINK OF ME NOW LINDSEY; GOING TO TRY TO SHUT ME UP NOW, LINDSEY!?!

I sat silent, only watching-my body blushing from excitement! Little Lindsey, cowering, shaking, as Karen towered before her view!

“ARE YOU GOING TO TRY TO BOSS ME AROUND, AGAIN!?! HUH-ARE YA!?

“ARE YOU!?!”

She raised her fist…

“Nooooooooo!!! Pa. Pa… P-pplease, Karen!!!?”

“OF COURSE YOU’RE NOT-YOU TINY, LITTLE, BITCH!”

*TTHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOMMMMMM!*

“BECAUSE, BECAUSE I’M BIGGER THAN YOU…”

“Jesus...There. You. Are…”

I softly muttered, my eye’s stark with both disbelief and wanting, still basking in the excitement of what had just transpired before my view. Karen had had a moment, a moment to reclaim her personal dignity, and when the odds were in her favor, she didn’t cower, or back away. Not that Lindsey was at all wanting, she even pissed herself with trepidation! Her years of petty malice coming to haunt her as she was crushed like a bug beneath Karen’s hand…

“Are you ok?”

I asked.

“Uh-Huh”

She quickly answered, as scraped her fist along the table top and removed the woman’s bone and clothing from off her skin.

“I told you I could help you.”

“I think, Drew-we can help each other…”

She whispered rather softly, her hand outstretching to my waist band, her fingers tricking against my waist and thigh...

“We can get them…Capture all of them… Please Drew!?

She continued sternly, her eye’s strong, but with excitement. As I smiled and parted my legs softly, letting her see the hungered beast between my thighs…

“Heheh. Yes Karen, well get the lot of them, Stacy too, well get each and every one…

“But!”

She quickly hollered.

 “But not my Jake…”

“Of course darling”

I sighed maliciously,

“He’d hardly find our games any bit of fun…”