| KENDRA STEEL: HIS EX To all those jealous ex-girlfriends out there, the next time any of you see your man with another lovely lady, consider what you’re about to read a cautionary tale. * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * One night, Byron and I were at this lovely restaurant, sipping some champagne and enjoying a romantic candlelit dinner. He was in his “Sunday best” as my madea would say, while I wore this beautiful silver gown with a plunging neckline. “You look great, boo,” he said. “Thanks, baby,” I replied, “This place is just incredible. How were you able to let us in to a place like this?” He explained, “The head chef is an old friend of my father since high school.” As we chatted, a blond woman wearing a black, strapless dress entered the restaurant. At first, I thought she was looking for her date like anyone would. That all changed when Byron saw her, too. He faced me and said, “Damn.” “What’s the matter, Byron,” I asked like any caring girlfriend would. “My ex-girlfriend,” he explained as the blonde walked towards us, “She was bossy, commanding, selfish; the worst girlfriend ever. I had no other option but to break up with her.” She came over to our table and said, “There you are, baby. Why aren’t you with me, celebrating our anniversary?” “Because we broke up long ago, Bridget,” he replied, “Remember?” “Is that why you’ve been ignoring all my phone calls, my e-mails, and slapped me with a restraining order to keep 10,000 yards away from you?” “You set my car on fire, Bridget,” he said, “What did you expect me to do?” Car on fire, I thought, This bitch is craaaaaaaaaaaazy. “You listen to me, Byron Myers,” she said, “Nobody dumps Bridget LaRue ever. After all those night of passionate love making, you decide to have the balls to break up with me? As long as there is breath in my lungs, it will never be over between us. Now let’s go home right this minute and you better fuck me and like it.” “That does it,” I said, shooting out of the chair, “Listen up, Sybil. Byron broke up with you because you are a psychotic bitch who clearly can’t seem to take a hint that it’s over. So why don’t you turn around, drive back to the mental clinic you came from, and allow us to enjoy our date.” “Excuse me,” she said, “Was I talking to you, super slut? If you want a piece of me, we can just take it outside.” “Lead the way,” I said. We stood out in the parking lot and had a few choice words. Apparently, she didn’t like what I said and ripped off my dress, exposing my thong. I retaliated by ripping her dress off. I looked her body up and down and asked, “Why did he want to be with you again?” She got mad and tried to hit me. I blocked the punch and front kicked her in the chin. She staggered back and said, “I get it. You’re one of those fancy Kung Fu fighters, huh? Let’s see if those fancy moves can handle my black belt in Tae Bo.” I just cracked up laughing when I heard those remarks and said, “Tae Bo? You’re joking, right? You think I’m scared of that?” Once again, that bitch got mad and tired out a barrage of kicks, yet I blocked every one of them. I then returned the favor with a few kicks to her stomach, followed by a spin kick across the face, knocking her to the ground. She got back up and noticed some blood drip from her nose. She got infuriated and charged at me with fists flying wildly. I blocked them and delivered a knee to her stomach, a right hook to the jaw, karate chops to the neck, and a Judo takedown. She winced in pain as she slowly got to her feet. “You think you’re so tough, bitch,” she said, “But I’m not through with you just yet.” She let out a loud scream and delivered kick after kick after kick. However, I blocked each one and then delivered a spinning back fist to her head, a side kick to her face, and a spinning heel kick to her stomach. As she staggered back a few steps, I said, “You are now.” I ran towards her and delivered a flying sidekick to her stomach, knocking that psycho to the ground. She got back up, her body sore from the fight. Bridget looked at me and said, “You want Byron so damn bad, you can have him. I hope you two are happy together.” As she limped away, Byron put my coat on me and said, “You didn’t give Bridget a chance. Still, I’m glad you didn’t.” “Thanks a lot, baby,” I said, “You in the mood for desert?” “What’s for dessert,” he asked. I planted a kiss on his lips and said, “Me.” So we back to his place and had sex. That Bridget bitch better learn that when you mess with my man, not enough TaeBo in the world can beat Kendra Steele. The End |