I was behind on my rent so my best friend at the time, offered her storage shed to me so I could put my belongings in there, in the event of a soon to be eviction. While getting settled, (moving, etc) she and her boyfriend went through all my things and sold off all the good stuff at a swap meet. I confronted her and she blamed him wholeheartedly and said she had no choice but to make room for his things.

The plan was launched, I said nothing, I played along! I flirted shamelessly with him whenever she wasn't around and eventually we decided to "rendezvous". She was working the night shift one Friday evening, and we rented a room! I sipped only very slowly the bottle of liquor and he eagerly chugged it down and eventually I had him drunk with booze and with my seduction. He was passed out naked on the bed when I took off my black lacey bra and slipped into the pocket of his jacket. I quietly exited out of the room and raced back home.

There were many voice mail messages from her on my machine, crying hysterically looking for her beloved boyfriend.

The next day was hiroshima as she discovered the bra in his jacket and called me for support - it was all I could do to stifle laughing in her face!

I never talked to neither of them ever again afterward. I had what I wanted! hah hahhaaa