Emma pulled into her garage and finally breathed. She had been holding her breath most of the way home. Brett wasn't supposed to be home yet. "What if he saw me?" she thought to herself. "No it was perfect. There is no way he'll know it was me! Boy I wish I could have seen the look on his face when he saw the mice!" she said outloud to the steering wheel in front of her. "It would have made the best picture ever!"
Emma climbed out of the car smiling. She hit the garage remote to close the door and went inside. "It's still too early to start dinner, so I think I'll take a long bath" she sighed. She went into the bedroom to undress. Getting out of her shorts, she emptied the pockets onto the dresser.
"OH SHIT!" she exclaimed!
Brett's house key was among the change and other items that came out of her pocket.
Brett knew immediately who was responsible. After rounding up all the mice and cleaning up the crumbs all over his "nice, clean" house, he desided he would give Rick a little call. They had some things to discuss. If Brett had HIS way, Emma would be one sorry girl by the time Rick was through with her. She had gone too far this time.
Brett's jaw hit the floor when he stepped into his house. Four small mice came tearing down the hallway towards him, weaving between the legs of the hallway table. He stepped to the side an allowed one of them to squeal past him straight out into the front garden.
"What the heck is this!" he exlaimed, having finally got his breath back. He stormed through the house, being careful not to step on anything. The back door was ajar - so he walked over to close it, but not before spying the bracelet on the ground, which he picked up and placed in his pocket, immediately identifying it as Emma's and assuming she'd left it there last night.
As he shut the door, he decided just to check if the spare key was still in place under the mat. It wasn't.
Emma parked a block away from Brett's house. She knew he was at work, however she didn't want to take the chance of being seen by neighbors. Grabbing the bag, Emma headed to the back door where she knew the spare key was hidden. She stepped in to the perfectly clean house. "This is going to be great!" she thought. " He's such a clean freak, this will really piss him off". She entered the kitchen first, taking two of the items out of the bag and placing them on the counter. Beside the items, she placed a couple of small cracker crumbs. Next she headed to the bedroom and deposited four of the wiggly items along with some cracker crumbs. The living room followed along with the bathroom and the study. When the bag was empty, Emma stepped back and viewed the scene. "He won't have a clue" she said to herself! "If he wants to act like a ratfink, let him live with his own kind"! She smiled as she watched fifteen common mice from the petstore run amok in Brett's house. All of a sudden, a car door slam brought her back to her senses. Brett was home! She grabbed the bag and ran to the back door. In her haste to get out, she failed to notice her ankle bracelet (that Rick had given her for her birthday) had snagged on the side of the couch and fallen off.
Back in her car, she breathed a sigh of relief thinking that it all went so well!
Emma went to Brett's house after he left for work. She took with her what she needed to get back at him. "This is going to work out great" she thought. All she had to do was make sure everything looked normal when she was done. If he found out she did this, he would surely tell her husband, Rick. But, how could this go wrong. The plan was perfect. There was no way either of them would find out.
While Emma anxiously pondered on these things, Brett was driving down Summer Avenue, smiling to himself about the night before, shaking his head as he recalled the way Emma had scowled at him after he'd made fun of her about how she'd reversed into the letterbox a few weeks ago. She had protested vehemently that it wasn't her fault, but the incident became the joke of the night - much to Emma's annoyance.
Brett was actually suprised that she hadn't reacted as usual when she got annoyed, and that besides the scowling and sulking she hadn't fought or sought revenge. Ah well, he thought, maybe she was just losing her fierce edge of her personality.
It was all in fun. No one would know that it was her. She just wanted to get Brett back for the remarks he had made to her at dinner the night before. Brett is her husbands partner and childhood friend. He had teased her to no end about an incident that had happened two weeks earlier.
