THE TIGHT PUSSY(2)

As she turned and walked back down the small slope, it didn't take much imagination for Bree to picture the look on Matilda's face. This hadn't been the first time she and Valerie had ruined the chairwoman's plans, but it was probably going to be the last. Next term, Kellie, and Valerie's son, Mark, would be moving on to Junior High and both North Cambridge and Matilda Dougherty would be things of the past. Of the two, she would only miss one. Forty minutes later, Bree pulled her 2002 Ford Focus into the driveway of her split level house. Exiting the well worn vehicle with a plastic- covered dress in hand, she took a moment to carefully lock the door. North Cambridge might not be the big city she spent her preteen years in, but it wasn't Mayberry either. Some small town habits were still beyond her. As she stepped up onto the porch, Bree didn't see, at least at first, the figure sitting on the bench just off to the right, hidden from the street by the hedges. It was only when she'd rea