The End of Tony & Willa? Part 7

Thought I’d leave you hanging again huh? Not this time.

So Tony walks in to find a butch has made herself at home in her house and her girlfriend. Or has she?

Not one to jump to conclusions, Tony starts to chuckle as Willa runs for the bedroom to put some clothes on.

She introduces herself to the stranger in her kitchen, “Hey I’m Tony. This is my house. That’s my blender. That’s my booze you’re drinking and that’s my girlfriend you’re probably fucking. Who the hell are you?

The butch, wiped her hands off on her jeans and actually extended her hand for a friendly handshake, “Uh hi, I’m Becky.”

“Ha! Becky huh?” Tony laughed because she didn’t look like a “Becky” maybe more like a “Bob.” Whatever. Tony maintained her cool and walked around her place taking a visual inventory: the place was a mess, take-out boxes every where, empty beer bottles, empty vodka bottles, and what looked like coke residue on her coffee table.

She walked into the bedroom to find the bed was a mess.

Willa ran over to her and started spouting the MOST cliche thing to ever come out of a cheater’s mouth, “Baby it’s not what you think.”

“Save it. Just get your stuff and get out.” Was Tony’s response.

Willa continued to beg and plead and swear up and down that they were “just friends” and that nothing had happened.

All the while, Becky was just sitting there drinking her mojito.

So Tony turned to her and asked, one butch to another, “Do you wanna chime in here? Are you or are you not fucking her?”

There was a round of glances exchanged from Becky to Willa, from Willa to Tony and from Tony back to Becky. “Well? I’m waiting? Be the man you look like and tell me the truth.”

Becky didn’t say a word. But Willa did, “Nothing happened, I swear!”

To which Tony didn’t even acknowledge hearing Willa and stayed focused on the butch that had set up camp in her house.

“I’m going to ask you again, did you fuck her?”

Becky looked like she was having a crisis of conscience, maybe it’s some butch pride thing and getting called out like that but she finally looked Tony in the eye and said, “I have nothing to say.”

“So you’re not denying it?”

“I have nothing to say about it. This is between you two.” That was her final answer.

At which point Tony had clearly had enough and told them both to get out. She gave them 10 minutes to get whatever crap they could carry and leave. She would have the rest sent to them, whenever they had landed at some other doorstep. But for now, they needed to leave.

As soon as they took off, Tony payed the doorman of her building a hefty tip to come up and throw the rest of Willa’s stuff into trash bags and take them down to storage.

Tony was finally free.

But it would be way to easy if this was the end of the story and we all know, my friends don’t ever take the easy way out of anything.

To be continued in one final post, coming soon.

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