This one has no violence in it. But I got a lot of satisfaction from it.

About 30 years ago, I worked for a steel fabrication company as a production floor leadman. There was a woman working as a welder, and her husband Mike and brother in law also worked there. We were all friends at work but never really socialized much outside of work. Any way Daphne ended being assigned to my crew, so we worked together a lot and we got along well as friends, but never anything more than that.

Well, there was one guy working at the other end of the building who liked to spread gossip and stir up crap. So naturally he spread stories about me and Daphne sneaking off to the compressor room, and elsewhere for “quickies”. Mike heard about that, knew if was not true, and wanted to punch out the gossiper so I stopped him and said that I have an idea.

The gossiper was on his 4th wife, having some “self-induced” bad luck with wives because he liked to stray. Wife #4 kept her thumb on him pretty well. She also did all the chores around the house, washed and waxed their car, and everything - at least according to her husband. They also had a bad habit of ticking off neighbors, having been caught as peeping Toms and Tonyas. But it was clear to all who wore the pants in that family. And it was clear that they had WAY too much time on their hands.

So I asked my wife for a pair of panties, explaining to her what I was going to do. But it creeped her out so we bought a new pair. Gossiper apparently liked chubby women so we bought a big pair of cheap panties. I opened a can of tuna and applied some juice to the crotch for a nice fishy smell, added a dab of mayonnaise so it would get crusty, and clipped a few curly hair from the dog.

Next day, I slipped out into the parking lot, and Gossiper’s car was unlocked. So I kept low in case anyone should look to the parking lot, and I jammed those panties under the front seat passenger side. Then I walked back to the shop. I almost felt guilty fearing that it could end in a divorce.

Nothing happened for a week of so, so I guess Mrs Gossiper didn’t clean the car weekly or that he found them and tossed em. Well after about a month, we noticed the Gossiper was eating his lunch with the Mrs every day. She would drive in at morning coffee, he had to go outside and sit in the car with her. She was back for lunch and he sit with her. And for afternoon coffee. Every day for a very long time! And if he was a minute late she would scream him out. Many people wondered what was up with that but he didn’t say.

Finally, after nearly a year of this - scout’s honor, every day for a year - someone asked Gossiper if he had gotten his Mrs a Valentine card. He said “No. She took me to the store to get one, I went in without her, and i guess i took too long because she came in and dragged me out, cussing me out that I was trying to screw all the girl’s in there. So I couldn’t get one. Last year, someone put a pair of stinking panties under my seat and now she won’t even let me eat lunch with her being there to make sure I don’t screw anyone. And I got no idea where those came from!”

I never expected it but that worked Great! Gossiper never gossiped about anyone for quite a long time! I got high-5s from Daphne and Mike for that one. No one that knew of it thought that would work so well. Best revenge I ever “engineered”.

Time wounds all heels.