Michelle was on a mission of war. She had chosen her weapons carefully, and researched her enemies' weaknesses. Now, her target was finally within striking distance.

As she sat before the soft glow of her computer screen, her stomach churned with an aching bitter knot of hate. God, she hated this bitch, hated her like she had never hated anyone before.

“I like your picture...you’ve got amazingly sexy legs, Liz.”

She couldn’t help the prickling of tears in her eyes as she typed the message into her instant messenger program. The bitch probably just unwrapped her sexy legs from around Michelle’s man...her Joshua. Well, maybe not hers anymore. Technically he belonged to Liz now, but her heart didn’t fully understand that just yet.

“I love looking at your body, Michelle…you're so soft and sexy. I’d love to touch your nice heavy breasts.”

Soft and heavy—Michelle knew those words were just another way of saying fat. Liz wasn’t soft, heavy, or fat. She was sleek and thin, and one hundred percent sexy siren. It wasn’t hard to see why Josh had left her for the stupid little tart. No amount of dieting or exercise would ever make her look like the picture of the woman she stared at on her computer screen. She just couldn’t compete.

“I’d love to feel your hands on me. Maybe we should meet up sometime????”

“I’d like that, when, where????”

A satisfied little smile lifted the corner of Michelle’s lips. She had her. Maybe she couldn’t compete with her, but that didn’t mean she was just going to sit by and watch as the bitch lived happily ever after with the man she loved. No, that just wasn’t an option.

“Saturday at Renaldo’s on Pine St., dinner, drinks, and…?????”

Please, please, please say yes, Michelle silently pleaded in her head. She couldn’t stand this much longer. She had been playing this little game online for weeks, ever since a mutual friend of hers and Josh's had sent a link to Liz’s profile on a women looking for women personals site. Since that moment she had been plotting a way to take her down. She needed the satisfaction of victory. She needed to destroy the little man-stealing bitch.

She might not get Josh back, but at least she could enjoy watching Liz hurt like she had suffered. That was something.