I was wearing a three-piece business suit with satin blouse long sleeves. Hair pinned high my skin felt looked like porcelain. Branson jumped up knock...ng over his pencils putting his hand out to shake mine. ‘Angela?’ His voice was in a state of shock. I shook his hand smiling sincerely sliding into a leather chair crossing my long legs. ‘Yes, Branson I’m Angela nice to meet you.’ I said sincerely. I reached into my bag and brought out a crystal elephant sitting it on his desk. His eyes looked. "I'll straighten myself out and be right down there. Gotta use the head anyway – about to bust a gusset."I went below, and managed to be turned away from her when she brushed past me on her way to the potty. I know she noticed, but what could I do?"Sorry," she said, "It is pretty close I here, isn't it?" She smiled again; not letting me off the hook at all! But she was blushing again too, as she said, "Scrambled is fine, but not too dry for me, please. And I'm thinking that sausage will really. Underneath, there was a jealous, petty, self-centered monster that found joy in being a bully. She had no opinion worth hearing. Her job was to act the trophy wife and make him look important. When she grew a backbone, he tried to break it. The day he left had been one of her happiest. ‘Bob is weak. Sam is strong.’ Sam seemed to be the ideal husband, and she’d envied Jan. Watching them together was like watching newlyweds — pecks on cheeks, hand holding. Sherry had even caught them playing. ”Me: “Beth, I owe you an apology for calling you a crazy, deranged pervert who gets turned on looking at men throw up! I was obviously wrong! YOUR ENTIRE FAMILY IS CRAZY AND DERANGED. THEY ARE STARK, RAVING MAD!”Kevin: “Beth, you get turned on watching men throw up?”Rachel: “That’s really kinky, Beth.”Christy: “I told her the same thing, Mom.”Beth: “Mom, Dad, I’ve already told this idiot who is going to marry me and be the father of my four children, that no, I don’t get turned on watching MEN.