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Dorothy's Sweet Revenge
The worst had happened! Roger and Angel were married. Dorothy would never forgive the look of triumph Angel flashed to her as she flounced down the aisle with Roger. Somehow Dorothy made it through the wedding and the reception, gracefully saying all the right things thorough gritted teeth. "One must accept what can not be changed," she thought stoically.
Angel was human and Roger thought that she was very beautiful. Although Dorothy thought that Angel looked like a floozy, even she had to admit that Angel was impressively stacked. However Dorothy found comfort in transcendental meditation. She frequently meditated on how far south Angel's stack would transcend over the next few years while her own little B-cups would remain perky for centuries. Phrases like, "How y'all doin', Mr. Belly Button?" and "Buenas dias, kneecaps," would give her the giggles for hours.
She took further comfort in the thought of the cellulite that would one day collect on Angel's firm buttocks and thighs. "Angel likes Hagen Das," Dorothy mused. "I must make sure we never run out. I know she likes chocolates too. Roger wouldn't mind if I set up an account with the local candy store and have them send Angel a five-pound box of chocolates every week," Dorothy thought with a cunning smile. "Angel will think it's a gift from Roger and Roger will be pleased with my thoughtfulness."
"Oh, Roger, you didn't forget our six month anniversary!" Angel cried as he stepped off of the elevator. Roger looked confused until Dorothy winked at him and whispered. "I had the confectioner's shop send her a ten-pound box of chocolates."
"Thanks, Dorothy," Roger whispered back gratefully. "By the way I like your new uniform." Dorothy had convinced Angel that it would be more economical for her to work in something with less fabric than the matronly black dress she used to wear. Dorothy found that she could perform her duties much more efficiently in short shorts and skin-tight low-cut tank tops.
Late that night Dorothy heard angry words coming from the direction of Roger's and Angel's bedroom. A few moments later a door slammed and Angel began to cry. Trying not to feel too pleased, Dorothy went back to her sewing.
The next morning after Roger left to visit a client, Angel entered the living room red-eyed and weepy.
"Angel, is something wrong?" Dorothy asked.
"It's Roger," she sniffled. "He said that I was getting…," another sniffle. "He said that I was getting faaaat." Angel wailed.
"Roger is a louse," said Dorothy vehemently. "Angel, if you were getting fat you would not be able to fit into your clothes."
"You're right," she replied thoughtfully. "In fact my pink body suit is a little loose in the thighs. Dorothy, would you mind taking it in for me?"
"Of course not," Dorothy answered. "Angel, you need something to make you feel better. Come with me."
Leading Angel into the kitchen, Dorothy asked Norman if there was any Hagen Das left.
"Good morning, Mistress Angel," he said with a small bow. "I bought several pints this morning, Dorothy. Oh, I nearly forgot. A messenger arrived earlier with a box of chocolates for Mistress Angel."
"If Roger thought you were getting fat, Angel, he would not have sent you chocolates," Dorothy said placing the ice cream and a spoon in front of Angel.
Angel smiled as she picked up the spoon.
"Excuse me," Dorothy said looking at the kitchen clock. "I must leave now or I will be late for Georgie William's piano lesson." Soon after the wedding, Dorothy began giving piano lessons to a few of the neighborhood children.
"Angel, I'll take in your body suit after I return. Some of your dresses are loose as well. Shall I alter them too?" asked Dorothy.
"That's very thoughtful of you, Dorothy. You're a good friend," Angel mumbled around a mouthful of ice cream.
Politely bidding Angel and Norman good bye, Dorothy left. As she walked toward her pupil's home a grin worthy of R.D. snaked across her lips. The Williams kid was a tone deaf little brat, but his father owned a fabric store and let Dorothy barter piano lessons in exchange for fabric. At the rate Angel was gaining weight Dorothy would need all of the fabric she could get if she was going to continue copying Angel's wardrobe in larger and larger sizes.
"Poor Angel, she's so down in the dumps, maybe I'll buy a cheesecake on the way home." Dorothy's smile grew wider. "That should cheer her up."
