just can't help it

She was wearing a purple tube top, revealing a cleavage, skinny arms & a super skinny waist. Her jeans was the low-rise kind, and her pelvic bone jutted out. Her rebonded hair was shoulder-length and looked very dry. Her eyes were the slitty kind. She stood near the train door and admired her own reflection. A chubby woman entered at the next station and she looked at the woman with disgust. "What a bitch, " I thought. "She's not even half pretty. She'll pay for this."

My stop was 2 stations away. I was wearing a sheer pink babydoll top, fitted jeans with a black sweater and bright pink heels. I took off my sweater & noticed all eyes on me, especially the guy sitting on the opposite side. That was not my intention. I looked at my watch, gathered my stuff and headed for the exit where The Bitch was standing. I rang my husband, who was waiting for me at my stop. I talked to him for a short while "Sorry baby, I'm reaching soon...OOPS!"

"What happened?"
"I accidentally bumped this skinny girl with my elbow." I looked at her disgustedly. "WHAT A STICK."
"What did you say?" hubby asked.
"Nothing, baby." I fluttered my mascara-ed eyelashes.
The Bitch stared at me with her mouth half-open. Maybe she was shocked; maybe she wanted to say something. But who the fuck cares?

The doors opened and I flicked my straight, silky butt-length hair in The Bitch's face, and catwalked out of the train, aware of how my hips swung left & right. I smiled to myself while continuing to speak to my husband on the phone.

Evil, maybe. But she deserved it.