I believe you when you told me weeks ago that I was desirable. You don't have take me, your friends are going to laugh at you. Their going to say coul...n't you do better than your sister?" "Sue Ann, you may be right. They may laugh at me. But... you're also right, I couldn't do better than my sister. You're going into town tomorrow, with money I'm going to give you that I saved from my job last summer, and you're going to buy a fancy dress to wear." As I held her close to me, I felt tears on her. It only got worse from there. Taunts and jeers. ‘Fat, obnoxious slut.’ ‘Old and worn out.’ ‘No man could ever really want you.’ The words had rung in her ears until Simone had woken her late for the big event. If that was not bad enough, the kiss that she had spent the whole morning worried about, as Simone and a couple of the other wives got her dressed, did her hair and make-up, it had turned out to be anti-climatic to say the least. After the flames that had flared between them in the. ”I dragged him outside wearing nothing but a pair of shorts. Stunned, the look of fear and confusion was evident on his face as I ushered him into the passenger seat of my car. He still had his iPod in his ears when he peered up at me and said, “Where are we going?”My husband, Dave stood in the house doorway, lip quivering. “Where are you going?”“Out for dinner!”“C-c-c-can I come?” he stammered.“Bugger off,” I hollered, getting in the car and slamming the door closed.Firing up the car engine, I. 'That did it, the spunk shot down my leg, leaving me in a sticky mess. I had never heard Polly swear never mind say anything like that before.I went to the Gents and cleaned myself up and then returned to the bar. The lights where still dim but I could make out in the gloom that Polly was kissing one of the guys. So not wanting to spoil her fun, I left and walked down to the theatre and hung around debating whether or not to go in. My mind was still racing with images of Polly being used by the.