" GOD DAMMIT RHONDA!!! What the hell's wrong with you? You were so sweet when we met! Now you're just acting like... like a SLUT!"I facetiously gasped...as though "slut" were the most horrible word I'd ever heard. "A slut?" I responded, but he couldn't tell that I could care less about being called a name."Yes, a slut," he responded angrily. "Are you trying to get pregnant? That could ruin both our lives!"Well, since I'm such a slut," I said, taking off my tank top and tossing it to the floor,. "Why did your marriage break up? Was your wife unfaithful to you?" I told you before, Megan was not unfaithful. She never cheated on me. But she let her mother ruin my life." So you blame Megan for her mother's actions." No ... Yes ... I don't know. That fucking bitch ruined my life," I said."Megan ruined your life?" No. Not Megan, her mother." But you blame Megan." Yes." When Megan's mother first moved in with you, did you see any reason Megan shouldn't trust her mother?" No." When she first. "You'll get plenty more in a couple of hours.Brad has the fastest turnaround of any man I've ever fucked."I looked at Edith. "You've been fucking him?" Don't be a hypocrite. You're about to do him too. He swings both ways,obviously, but he's safe. That's why I asked him to hook up with youtonight. Anyway, you have to admit it'd be a shame for either of us tomiss out on that," she said, holding her hands up as if measuring Brad'scock."How long?" You can see for yourself how long." That's not. And I'll bet he's tough as leather." Because he's a sailor. That's why. We need protection-- not a boards party." Maybe that's what you need," Fran shot back.Renee ignored the jibe and walked away, leaving Fran to make up her mind whether to follow or not as she wanted to do. What Fran said had hit a nerve, even if she didn't show it. It could well be that what was bothering her was more than just a desire to be safe.Angry, Renee pushed the thought away. It didn't change her mind. No sailors..