I can hear her words bouncing through my head, invading my cortex, reverberating in my eardrums."Tu ne peut pas faire mieux?” "Ils sont ivres; les s...alauds" “Ils ne sont pas dignes de me baiser les pieds.” And I am nodding, tears forming in the ducts of my eyes with every single slap of her words across my perfectly made up face. I want to scream. I want to stand in front of her; to confront her woman to woman. I want to shout into her smug, beautiful face, so gloriously captured and. I wasn't really listening, but one of them was complaining about how she would start to feel uncomfortable. She compared the feeling to having a full bladder. When she said "nipple", she had my full attention.It only took me a moment to realize that it was Tina. She went on to say that the relief of having her daughter feed when her breasts were that full was better than the relief of relieving a full bladder. Both women giggled about that, and then Tina said something that I wish I hadn't. He blew a kiss in her direction, whispered thanks and returned to his car. They had decided this would be an ideal way to prevent any uncomfortable silence or awkwardness after the fun and as Jim pulled away a short glance in his mirror saw Antony beginning the task of cleaning up. ***'I'm not moving until it's all cleaned up Ant, the stuff is everywhere!' Hayley was complaining.'You do look fucking horny with it splattered all over you though' he responded.'I forgot tissues, we are not that. ’ Kitty’s cheeks lit up. ‘I don’t mean that, Mr. Gafferson. Peter bought me things, nice things, like a mink stole, and a beautiful gold necklace. He took me dancing, and he even had an evening dress made for me. He made me feel special.’ This goo-goo eyed routine didn’t mesh with the broad that had been on everyone’s dance card at Mongo’s. Moe had figured Peter was just Kitty’s plaything. Maybe Moe had figured wrong. Maybe Kitty was a one-man-woman. If you didn’t count her husband. ‘This.