Uninhibited Ipseity

Uninhibited Ipseity
by
Lady Willow Hawk


Lady Catherine Alexandria Snowdon lived in a small New Hampshire town and was a woman with much talked - about qualities. Catherine was twenty - two years of age and was to inherite her father's wealth. Sir James Michael Antony the III adored his little girl and in his eyes, Catherine could do no wrong.

Catherine was from impeccable breeding and she was very well liked by everyone. She was chairperson of three charities, one of which she founded and named W.I.W., Women Informing Women. Everyone mentioned how she was the perfect role model for every young girl in New Hampshire. She portrayed a very prestigious, aristocratic air about her, but not in a snobbish way. She was the pillar of the community and had followed in her father's footsteps with all the respect he had.

Catherine stood five feet, ten inches tall, weighed one hundred and twenty - eight pounds, and her eyes were a sparkling sea green colour. She always wore her long blonde mane up in the latest fashion for the elite and no one ever seen her with her hair down. Everything she wore seemed to look as if it were tailor - made for her, so she could probably have worn a burlap sack and made it fashionable.

There had been a lot of talk around town about a mysterious young woman, flaunting herself, but only at night. Some of the young men from the college campus fell all over each other just to be noticed by her, and she was open to all invitations. Most of the words used to describe her were to shameful to even write, but as close as it could be told, she was a very sexual, bitchy, female casanova. When she walked into a room, you could smell an exotic perfume mingled with her sensual aroma and all the males took notice. There she would stand with her blonde hair flowing down her back and down passed her hips, her vivacious body poured into a blue mini skirt with nothing left to the imagination. She had ample breasts that seemed to want to pop out, but were held in the right places. It looked as though the young males weren't safe anymore and that included the married ones.

The women of the town started to talk and wanted something done about her. They held a meeting at the town hall and asked Catherine to be present. For some strange reason, Catherine defended that vixen and they couldn't understand why. Some of the older girls from W.I.W. decided to see for themselves what exactly this woman was all about. That evening there was a dance at the town community center and when the girls did see her, they were more shocked than before. This woman walked through the doors and made such a seductive entrance that she got everyones attention. There she stood in a red, skin - tight, silk gown with a slit up the side that seemed to be going all the way north, that showed every curve she owned. One of the girls watched as she manhandled her boyfriend and the girl was so upset that she left the center crying, or so everyone thought.

The next morning an emergency meeting was called at the town hall and every woman from town was there. The events from the night before were brought to everyone's attention and they decided to run this tramp out of town. Catherine told the women, they were being foolish and that this would all end soon. This woman would get bored with the town and leave for some other unfortunate populated place to sink her nails into. Normally the women would have listened to Catherine, but they had had enough and they were going to make sure she left.

Suddenly the door burst open and there stood the young girl who had been so upset the night before. In her hand she held a red silk gown with a slit up the side. It looked like the same one they had seen last night, less the body. The night before the young girl had apparently looked through the woman's purse in the coat check room when no one was looking and found out her identity. They all felt the tension in the room and they were about to find out who this mystery woman was. All the young girl did was point an accusing finger and everyone's eyes shifted in the direction of Catherine. No wonder she objected so strongly when the women planned to run that woman out of town, she was that woman.

Catherine's face turned red with anger as she stood to face her accusers. Then her face faded to an ashen pallor as she sank in her chair, with her head bowed to her chest in shame. From that day forward she was never the same, her mind had snapped when reality hit her. With the disgrace she had brought to the town and herself, she realized she was the cause of her father's untimely demise. He had found out about her extracurricular activities and his heart wasn't strong enough to take all the hurt and embarrassment and that is what killed him. Catherine was taken to a home for the mentally ill and never recovered.