Good Fences Make Good Neighbors

By Candice Christian

Diane and her neighbor a fifty something former Olympic gymnast are like oil and water. The older woman goes out of her way to get on Diane’s nerves. The neighbor’s real first name is unknown since she goes by her nickname from her Olympic days as Stable.

The antagonism between the two women comes to a head when Stable tells Diane that she and her friends like to wrestle in her basement for fun and exercise. The older woman baits the young Diane into having a match with her and Diane thinks it will give her a chance to put the irritating old lady in her place.

When Diane goes over for their match things are not what she assumed they would be and the elder lady proceeds to take the young girl to school on the mat and gives her an attitude adjustment.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Tenth Muse
• Release date: Sep 29, 2022
• ISBN: 9781005137298

Candice Christian

Candice was born in Paris KY on 9 January 1988. Her parents, George Bertrand Christian, an attorney who once aspired to be an actor, and Frances Hollowell insisted that Candice and her sister Simone, be sent to a Catholic school. Candice was deeply religious as a child, at one point thought of becoming a nun.

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Good Fences Make Good Neighbors

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'Author's note: All characters depicted in this work of fiction are 18 years of age or older.'

Table of Contents

Acknowledgements

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

About Candice Christian

Other books by Candice Christian

Connect with Candice Christian

Acknowledgement

Amy Lewinski

Chapter One

Girls like her really pissed me off.

You know the type. Former athletes, retired, crotchety old bitches that think they are the only ones who know how to do anything right. They sit around and bark orders, looking for an excuse to tell a younger girl that they're not doing whatever they're doing the right way.

You tell yourself if you can show the old cunt that she's wrong, it would be worth any price. Unfortunately, you rarely ask yourself exactly what price that might be... I had lived next door to Stable Johnson for a couple of years. To this day, I still have no idea what her first name was. She was one of those girls that had done some small, unremarkable thing during her time on the balance beam and had gotten a nickname for it. In her case for her ‘Stability’. Also she and her team swept the world games in Munich in the late 80s. They had never been beaten, and probably never would have.

Afterward, her career ended and she came took a position to a cheerleading coach at the local community college which she kept until she retired. She never married. The rest of her life consisted of drinking box wine, getting a tramp stamp tattoo, and getting wrapped up in the drama of pro wrestling.

Don't get me wrong, I love to watch wrestling, but I only enjoy the action in the ring. All the interviews, screaming, kidnapping, coffins, ladders, fire, and ridiculous gimmicks I can do without.

Not old Stable , though-yep, you guessed it-in the years following her career in the limelight, Stability had been shortened to Stable. Old Stable thought it sounded tougher-especially when she rode her motorcycle through town. That was a sight to behold too! I've always wanted to learn to ride a motorcycle, but after seeing Stable on hers, the desire left me.

She had one of those HUGE things with the windshield as big as a truck's, built in saddlebags that had more space than a station wagon, and an automatic transmission! What a loser!

Anyway, I had the pleasure of living next to her for the past two years. Let me tell you what a pleasure that was. Our two houses were on the top of a hill in the neighborhood. The trees from the woods behind our houses concealed our backyards from the rest of the neighbors. I bought a hot tub for my backyard, the first year I was there.

To keep it safe, I put up a chain link fence to keep any wandering neighbor kids from drowning in it. In retrospect, I should have put up a privacy fence. I didn't feel that I needed too, though. Old Stable had a privacy fence around her yard-that is, until I had my chain link one installed.

The week after my fence went up, she tore down the side of her fence that adjoined my yard.

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