What Happened next door? Its been 11 years since I've written one of these so folks please forgive my rust. If you don't like stories that leave to your imagination you won't like this one. If you don't like stories about woman vs. woman competition or mild violence this story is not for you. Without further ado lets get this story started. You know because there's nothing worse than a guy who just babbles on and on and on for no reason. Don't you all hate that? I mean really who can tolerate such a thing and be that way? I'm glad I know.... ENOUGH! Take you all back to the 1990's. Now those were fun times. I became an adult, moved out of my parents home, and people didn't get offended at a drop of a hat. I'm going to tell you about something that happened in April of 98'. I don't remember exact date, but I do remember it was a Friday night or early Saturday morning depending on how you view such things. I was 25 years old living in a complex of paired off side by side duplex homes. We had a first level, an upstairs, and a basement. Pretty spacious too. My next door neighbor was a 31 year old single mother named Shayna. She had a 6 year old son, but I don't remember his name, nor do I know what happened to the father. I just know there wasn't one in the picture. Shayna was definitely a MILF. She had shoulder length black hair and I mean it was black. She was one of those women that was built the right way. Her proportions were perfect and nothing look out of place. She was physically fit too. She wasn't a towering woman but I would guess a couple of inches taller than the average 5'6" woman. It was my night off, so I was at home watching television. When I heard a commotion that sounded like it was coming from my basement. I looked at the clock it was after 2 am. I turned off the tv and had a listen. Sure enough the sound was coming from the basement. I was wondering if Shayna was having one of her late night workouts. At this point I'd live next door to her for close to a year, and yes I'm a bit of a perve, I've quietly have listened to her workout in her basement. I crept down the steps. Once I reached the bottom I sat down quietly and put my ear to the wall to have a listen. It took me a couple of minutes to realize this wasn't a typical workout. Judging from her grunts, moans, and breathing she sounded like she was in a struggle with someone or something. "You're a slippery little f***er." I heard her say. I've talked with her on several occasions and was quite familiar with her voice. There was a few more minutes of struggle then I heard a thud. A few more minutes of struggle followed before hearing Shayna cry out in submission. "I give! I give!." Then I heard another voice. I didn't recognize it but it was definitely a woman's. "Here let me help you up. (Pause) Do you wanna quit?" Then it dawned on me it's Friday night there's no way that's......... "No way Carla 3 submissions means 3 submissions." Oh my gosh that's Carla the short skinny blonde babysitter. She doesn't live in our complex but rather a house down the street. She babysits just about every Friday night because Shayna goes out on the town with her friends. These two were very opposite looking. Carla had short platinum blonde hair. Its high and tight above the ears on the side and just below in the back. Whereas Shayna has shoulder length black hair that covers her ears on the sides. Carla has a light golden tan whereas Shayna isn't exactly pale but has a creamy ivory complexion. I had a hard time picturing in REALITY the short and skinny teenager getting the better of her statuesque and curvaceous physical superior in any form of a physical struggle. My guess by the submission they were wrestling. Shayna had at least a half of a foot of height and 50 lbs. of healthy weight on her opponent. "I"m ready for round 2." The 31 year old single mother confidently declared. "Want me to go easy on you this time?" Carla taunted. "You're a little smart @$$." What little I knew about Shayna was she was a competitive person. That taunting from the tiny teen probably raised the ire of the bigger woman. Not sure if that was wise of Carla. The sound of shuffling feet, grunts of effort, and sighs of frustration indicated that the second round had started. A couple of minutes pass. "Damn you're hard to get a hold of. You're so quick and agile." "Well you are a lot bigger than me so I'm not just going to let you get a hold of me." Carla replied with a sarcastic chuckle. For a few minutes the sounds of shuffling feet, grunts, and sighs returned until. "Whoa!" I'm pretty sure that was Shayna immediately following was another thud. I could easily identify it as a body slamming down on a place mat. Sounds of a struggle persists for a few more minutes. Suddenly another submission is called out by Shayna. I can't tell you how bad I wished I was over there watching this. I've had several fantasies involving this sort of thing but wow this was really happening. "That's 2-0. Do you wanna concede?" Shayna was really breathing heavy and took a few seconds to answer. "No. (pause catch breath) we're just(pause catch breath) getting started." "I think we should take a break. You're about to hyperventilate and I'm thirsty. Tell you what I'll go upstairs and bring you some water. Do you need me to help you get over to your workout bench?" "NO!" Shayna must have caught that last question as a subtle taunt. "Damn. Okay, sorry I asked." I heard Carla run up the stairs. Apparently it was intermission, and I'm sure Carla's running up the stairs was another subtle taunt. Shayna sounded like she was catching her breath. "Bring it in a plastic cup." "Do what?" "The water. Bring it to me in a plastic cup." "Okay." Then Shayna mumbled something. I guess she was concocting a plan. Half a minute later Carla came running down the stairs. She squealed in surprise. I heard a struggle. Then I hear Shayna. "Do you wanna give?" "No because I can do this." "What the f***?" Shayna sounded like she was in disbelief over what just happened. Immediately a thump follows. I hear about 5 minutes of struggle. Carla asking Shayna if she wants to give in. Despite hollering out in pain she wouldn't. Then I hear thump, thump, followed by more struggling. After a few minutes of struggle Carla asked Shayna again if she wanted to give in. This time the 31 year old single mom with her grand and glorious figure and physique submitted to the much smaller teen babysitter. It sounded like Shayna was whimpering. Carla spoke first. "No hard feelings?" "No." Shayna said in a recessive tone while sniffling. She sniffled for a couple of minutes. "Aw come on. Don't cry. You're going to make me feel bad. "Its not your fault. I just hate losing especially in this type of competition. Not to mention a schoolgirl that's half my size." "The bright side is I'm old enough to vote and I'll graduate next month. If that helps." "Thanks for trying but it doesn't." "Let me help you up and we'll go look at us in the mirror and you'll feel better." Again silence for a couple of minutes. "How is this suppose to make me feel better?" Shayna wasn't even sniffling anymore. "Are you kidding? Look at you. You're built better than I am. A sculptor couldn't craft a more perfect sculpture. Look at me. I'm just a scrawny $#!+." There was silence for about a minute. "You're a little snot." Shayna caught onto the subtle taunt of, 'Yea you're a lot bigger than me and have a much better body but scrawny me just handed you your ass.' Shayna didn't sound angry but was rather playful. "F*** you big lady. What are you going to do about it?" Carla responded with a sarcastic chuckle. "Apparently there's not anything I can do about it. I've never been physically dominated like that in my entire life." "It will be our little secret." "Something tells me you like it better that way." "Yea I like having secrets." "Like what." "If I told you it wouldn't be a secret." Shayna replied to Carla with a sigh. "Lets go upstairs and get you paid. You earned it." "I do have some bad news for you. You're going to feel this in the morning." They walked up the stairs I sat there quietly. I was pretty sure once they were upstairs I wouldn't get to hear anything coherent. Sure enough the sounds were muffled but I could hear voices. I sat in the dark in my front room hoping for some nuggets but nothing panned out. The only thing I heard was after about 30 minutes they walked to the kitchen and out the front door. Said their good-byes. Shayna ran up the stairs and Carla drove off. I wonder what happened those last 30 minutes. Nonetheless I thanked god for what I did hear and I was grateful that I was 25 years old and had a certain stamina I wish I had today. I hope you all enjoyed this little story. Let me know comments, critiques, questions, and most importantly what's left to your imagination? Like how this how thing started? What were they wearing if anything at all? What about those last 30 minutes. You can contact me at rlp2ndiam@outlook.com call me Pygmalion.