This week with Arlene and Jeff:
...With her hands on her hips, she met him halfway across the room, her nipples tenting her tight blouse. "Why don't you ask that poor girl to marry you?" she demanded. "You know that she's head over heels in love with you, and you are with her, yet you continue to put her off. Don't you realize that she's hurting? Darnit, Jeff, sometimes you can be an asshole," she snarled out as she stomped across the few feet between them to stop to tap him on the chest.
"So?" he said as he glared down at her, then pushed her back a step. "Now my wife is telling me when to marry another woman. Did you ever stop to consider that just might be my decision to make?"
"Well, you insist that I'm your Clan Queen, so one would think that I might have a say in this, too, but, oh no, you leave the girl hanging," she said as she reached up to punctuate her comment by grabbing his shirt - one of his favorites - and yank downward, buttons flying everywhere.
"Dammit, Woman. I liked this shirt. Somebody I know is going to sew some buttons on - soon."
"Oh, shit, not tonight," Arlene said as she got up to move her chair back out of the way, followed a second later by Jennie, Melissa, Laura and Ann, all scrambling out of the way while they giggled.
The newer wives were standing well back by now, all worried.
"That was my favorite shirt," he growled, "and I just put it on after we got back."
"Oh, woo, woo. Cry me a handful, Asshole."
"Asshole?" he snarled. With reflexes faster than she could blink, he grabbed her negligée and ripped it in half, her breasts spilling out with their nipples swollen and extended, her milk already starting to drip...
Have a goodun;
Roust