Hell Hath No Fury: A Compilation of the Evil Deeds Women Can Do

By Jennifer Lincoln

Imagine a room full of wine, women, lingerie, and adult novelties. Inevitably, the conversation turns to men, how much we can love them, and how much we can hate them. After over twenty years of selling lingerie and adult novelties via home party plan, I have finally written some of the most amazing stories of revenge as told to me, no holds barred.

First and foremost, I do not condone or judge any of these actions. You should also note that none of the men in these stories required hospitalization. The thought process of these scorned women is incomprehensible to the average mind. There are eighteen stories filled with wild impact in this small book.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Xlibris US
• Release date: Apr 1, 2014
• ISBN: 9781493159376

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Copyright © 2014 by Jennifer Lincoln.

Library of Congress Control Number:   2013923734

ISBN:         Hardcover       978-1-4931-5936-9

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Contents

Acknowledgments

Introduction

An Itchy Situation

Always Read The Labels

I Smell A Rat

A Sweet Ride

Magazine, Anyone?

Something Smells Fishy

Losing It

Water Weight

An Inside Story

When It Rains, It Pours

Love For Sale

Boys And Their Toys

The Green-Eyed Monster

Slamming The Door

Beware Of Technology

Watch This

Dig This!

The Most Disgusting Story

Afterword

ACKNOWLEDGMENTS

I would like to thank my uncle Jim, who has been supportive and loving all my life. I would also like to thank my friends Carla Shadbolt, Karen Tripler, and Linda and Dennis DeJonge; without their help, I never would have been able to get this book to print. A special thanks to my friend John for all his creativity. Finally, I would like to thank all the Sassy Silks hostesses and their guests who provided me not only an excellent income but also an outrageous education filled with sidesplitting laughter!

INTRODUCTION

First and foremost, let me make it as clear as possible that I in no way condone, encourage, or judge any of the following scenarios that you are about to read. It is through years of experience and chatting over drinks with the ladies that the idea for this book was born. Some of the deeds these women did are sheer genius yet unspeakably cruel. It is not until I really listened to the mind-set and reasoning behind these deeds that I was able to actually put pen to paper.

It is important that the reader takes into consideration the amount of pain and feelings of betrayal that each of these women felt that led them to the deeds that they did. How the mind works is a mystery to me. How these ideas came into process is beyond my own comprehension. Through my conversation with these women, I came to know that it was the hurt that turned into the impetus of the actions taken.

Although it should go without having to say all names have been changed, each woman was guaranteed a no-name policy. This personal guarantee enabled a full disclosure of the deeds done. I offer no judgmental questions of fact, understanding that each woman’s reality is her own perspective. The pain was real for these women, and the satisfaction, their vindication.

Again, I stress this is not a how-to book. I am always open to more stories should the reader be so kind enough to share. All information is guaranteed total anonymity. You should note that not one of the men in these particular scenarios ended up in the hospital. There may have been some pain and discomfort, a lesson learned, but there was no hospitalization.

AN ITCHY SITUATION

I start with this story because of the sheer evil genius that Agnes showed. I could not, in a million years, have come up with this scenario.

Agnes explains Frank’s moving in as one of those situations where he leaves a few personal items behind when he stayed over. Sometimes he would stay the night then two nights then three and so on. Eventually, Frank no longer went back to his own place as he was comfortable in Agnes’s apartment. There had never been an actual move-in discussion; he was just there. As the months went on, things became a little tense. Agnes felt no sense of privacy; she began to hint to Frank that maybe he should find his own place to live.

Unfortunately, Frank was never able to keep a job for more than a week or two at a time. He was not contributing to household expenses. Finally, the day came when Agnes had had enough. There was a clear discussion between the two of them. Frank had to find himself another place to live; he had to move out. Frank’s response was no. The response was just a plain and simple no. Agnes was baffled on what she could possibly do to get rid of this deadweight.

After a year of putting up with no household contributions yet him finding the money to stop in the local pub with his buddies, she was done. Agnes decided to pack Frank’s clothes and leave them outside the apartment door. But this would not be enough. She could have the landlord come over and change the locks when Frank was out. Then her evil genius really kicked in.

Agnes went to the local hardware store and bought two big bags of insulation. For those who are unfamiliar with insulation, it is what contractors use to insulate homes from winter cold and summer heat. It is made up of threads of glass so thin it gets