PJ and Vicki Collaborate, Chapters 1-3

This week I'm collaborating with my good friend PJ @ Seens From The Backs Of My Eyelids to create what we like to think of as a rolling work, done in multiple chapters. The prompt in each chapter is blue:

Chapter One (Vicki)

Had I actually done this again? How could I be so reckless, so self centered? This has to end...


I'd worked hard at hiding my addiction. Yet here I was, back at the same downtown location, the same woman with bleached blond hair, the same wrenching pain in my stomach, the denial ripping through my mind.


I reached into my pocket and pulled out the wad of cash I'd kept hidden from John. He can't know...


Her words echoed through my head 
as I walked out the door...
 
"Are you sure that's the one you want?"
 
I felt a little lump in my throat as I peered down at my choice, held tightly in my hand. I didn't think this would be so nerve-wracking. Was I making the wrong decision? I couldn't agonize over this any longer.

I took a deep breath before managing to say, "... Yes, it is."



Need to find another secret place to hide my newest
designer handbag...





Chapter 2 (PJ)

The feel and scent of my new handbag made my heart soar…but I couldn’t take it home with me. John would be there. Hmmmm… What to do?

A quick stop at Pam’s was my time-tested solution. My car knew its way there automatically.

I skidded into the driveway, grabbed my newest acquisition, flew up Pam’s front step and barged inside, yelling, “Can I store this with the others and borrow one of your black dresses for dinner with John’s boss? I was supposed to buy one.”

Pam appeared, holding two black dresses. I selected one of them all too quickly.

"Are you sure that's the one you want?"

I felt a little lump in my throat as I peered down at my choice, held tightly in my hand. I didn't think this would be so nerve-wracking. Was I making the wrong decision? I couldn't agonize over this any longer.

I took a deep breath before managing to say, "... Yes, it is."

Chapter Three (Vicki)

The traffic was repulsive, but I managed to get home and half dressed before John walked in the bedroom.

"Ummm, the little black dress. Are you sure that's the one you want?"

I felt a little lump in my throat as I peered down at my choice, held tightly in my hand. I didn't think this would be so nerve-wracking. Was I making the wrong decision? I couldn't agonize over this any longer.

I took a deep breath before managing to say, "... Yes, it is."

I wasn't about to let this turn into another insane argument.
 
He was so stinking critical of anything I did. Yet his boss's wife topped him in that kingdom, peering sideways through her cat green eyes at me all night.

Course the boss had his own way of looking at me...leering replacing the peering.

But I can survive another night, knowing the plans Pam and I made are my best kept secret.

Just keep focused...










Keep Smilin (o: