“What have
any of them ever done for us but bring us pain and frustration? Really, let’s
think about it. The first one ripped Valentina a new one just for appreciating
something as beautiful as the moon. The second one was verbally abusive, the
third one had a wife in another country the fourth…”
“We
remember, Brianna, we were all there, no?” Valentina cut in.
“Yeah, Brianna,
but who gives a shit? If he has something we need then what’s the fucking
problem?” That's Virginia as she pops her bubble gum.
Brianna looks
like a cross between a free-spirited bohemian and a boring academic, Valentina
is homelier but rather glum and Virginia is clothed like your stereotypical
femme fatale, balancing expertly on stilettos, chest thrust out looking like
she could blow the first thing in pants that comes along.
And she
will; she’s the one trying to convince the other two to accept the
untrustworthy bastard just to scratch an itch.
As my head, my heart and my body battle it
out, the untrustworthy bastard calls me and tells me he’s on his way to my
place with food and wine.
The battle
is lost.
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