She’d never noticed I was right behind her. I was pissed. That little whore had the right to mouth off about me, when she’s a little slut who neve... does her work? No. I was fuming all day until after school, when I was ready to deal with her. Now, I hadn’t noticed what she was wearing before, but after school I could see very clearly. Her hair was down around her face in loose curls. She was wearing a white tank top so you could clearly see the dark pink lace bra underneath. She wore a short. “Seriously, when did you become uberbitch?”Lacey sighed, “You know,” she thought about saying something or spitting back something harsh, but the was no rapier in her mental sheath. “I just—nothing, I gotta go.”“Yeah, okay, you should do that.”Lacey closed the door, and gritted her teeth, her undirected anger was getting her nowhere at home, but it seemed to clear her head a little. Eventually she made her way back to the shop for a shift, feeling safe and at ease. Here she was definitely. ..I belonged 2 a rugby team. It was r custom, 2 play hard then party hard. R wives or girlfriends wud join us at the tavern. My wife made sure she made the scene, drank and danced late in2 the nite.It all started going downhill the nite my wife complained that she was chilly and my teammate, Tom, rushed 2 throw his jacket over her shoulders, blatantly brushing her breasts as he did so.It all added up - the time she spent near Tom at these gatherings, how she laughed at his jokes, how he made. I hope you don't mind me sitting here with you. I've just had a very long hard week, mainly because of the opposite sex, and my other girlfriends are all busy tonight. It's nice to at least sit with another woman who can understand that. I won't burden you with any of it, but I just needed to get out to somewhere like this. A dark, bluesy place with a glass of Vino but also not be totally alone. Anyway, enough about me. Tell me a little about yourself."Alexis bit her lip, not knowing what to.