Wilma

 Nancy stood on the edge of the cliff, looking down into the canyon that ran for miles to either side. She reflected on the chain of events that had led her to this moment.

It had all started two years ago, when she met Wilma. Nancy's life had grown quite miserable by that point. Her husband was worthless; he refused to get a job, and he refused to do anything to help around the house. He would do nothing but sit in that damned recliner and watch TV, unless he was out spending time with his buddies. Nancy had to do all the housework, take care of the children, and get a job to pay the bills.

Eventually, she had accepted her lot in life, and just adopted a perpetual attitude of nagging. Even at work, where she was the manager of a Quick-E-Shop, her employees would only refer to her as 'The Boss,' even when they were speaking directly to her. The name had stuck. Her children started calling her 'The Boss' as well, and it didn't take long for her worthless husband to pick up the habit too.

So when she met Wilma, it was like waking up from a long nightmare. Wilma was different. She treated Nancy like another human being. Sure, Wilma was kind of a douche, but she was a douche to everyone equally. Besides, Nancy had become kind of a douche herself. She'd had to be, the life she'd led. When Wilma was around, Nancy could actually speak her mind without fear of sniggers behind her back.

Nancy didn't really feel that way about Wilma. Not at first. Initially, their friendship was just that; the bond of close friends. An escape from the toil and drudgery of daily life. When they were together, Nancy wasn't 'The Boss.' She was just Nancy.

She came to depend on her time with Wilma. Like a junkie going back for his next fix, Nancy couldn't keep away. Then, about two months ago, after a night of drinking, it all came to a head. Nancy got a little too forward, and though nothing physical happened, she ended up professing her love for Wilma. She was even more surprised when Wilma said she felt the same way.

They tried for a few weeks to deny what was happening between them, but it was useless. It was earlier this month that they let their passions take them down that dark road, and they shared their bodies with one another. Nancy knew how lost she was in that moment, as she travelled down a path from which there would be no returning. But she didn't care; all she knew was that she felt with Wilma what she'd always been promised she'd feel with her worthless husband.

It was only nine days after Nancy and Wilma first became physically intimate that Nancy's father came for a visit. He was eating lunch with Nancy and his grandchildren, Nancy's worthless husband eating a microwavable meal in front of the television as usual. Wilma showed up unannounced to surprise Nancy with a trip to the zoo.

So imagine Nancy's surprise when Wilma saw Nancy's father at the table and said, 'Hey dad. What are you doing here?'

Nancy saw her world spin out of control. All this time, Wilma had been her sister.

The next few days were a whirlwind of emotions and tense conversations. The two lovers spent hours agonising over what they were going to do next. In the end, though, Nancy decided that she didn't care. Did it still count as incest if they were unable to breed? So they fell into each other's arms, and each other's beds, once more.

Things didn't stay quiet, though. Pretty soon, the local chapter of the Moral Majority found out what was going on. Before long, things got out of hand, and Nancy found herself being chased at high speed down Interstate 70. 

She managed to lose her pursuers after a short time; she saw their car veer off the road and tumble end-over-end in a cloud of dust. But she kept driving; she'd been so rattled by the experience that she couldn't stop yet, couldn't turn around and go home.

After a while, she found herself stopping the car just on the edge of a cliff. She got out and walked to the edge of the precipice, and stood there for what felt like hours, just staring off into the setting sun.

She heard a noise from behind her. She looked back over her shoulder and saw Wilma. She'd parked her car a ways from the cliff, and was walking towards her. Nancy didn't know what the future held for her, or for her lover. All that she knew was that she wanted the future to hold them both for each other...

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