She goose stepped her way out of the pool and hastily threw on her boyshorts and tank top. She slammed her keys down hard on the plexiglass patio tabl...e.“Have a nice life with Fatass, Shithead,” she sniped without a backward glance. A second or two after she rounded the corner of the house, Zach heard something shatter. It sounded like one of his potted plants. Then her car door slammed, the engine revved, and the tires crunched as she fishtailed down the gravel drive to the main road.There was. "Non, non." She cried. "Vous vous asseyez ici ce soir." She showed me to a table that was right against the wall where the balcony ended. As the balcony curved it actually gave me a much better view of the auditorium.The evening progressed much as it had before. The meal served while the pre-cabaret entertainment was on the stage, and then a nine o' clock the lights dimmed and the M.C. picked up the microphone. I should have enjoyed the show, but I was on edge fearing for Len, that she may find. She took off her boots, walked back to the living room, and mumbled, "I thought I had the car keys."Tom, who had been gathering up coats, took the hint and began the search. Eventually, the keys were found, and a slightly-flustered mother again put on her boots, opened the front door, and walked down the steps towards the family station wagon. The car door was opened, then was slammed shut; the engine started, stalled, started again, and then roared."She does that every damn time," Jim said Tom. Can you make him want to fuck me once in a while? really!" she was rounding the corner on a tantrum, walking around the apartment straightening things that didnt need it, picking things up and putting them back, she was very pent up - talking faster by the second. I cornered her in the small effeciency kitchen and she collapsed her upper half on the counter and started repeating the core basics again only asked "i'm not nasty or b**stly am i? its like i stopped being a chick" blah blah.