This week with Arlene and Jeff:
...She got there in time to see the little sexpot she had mentioned before, hurry to catch up to Phillip, then stumble on the few steps down from the hotel entrance to the sidewalk. As a high heel came off, she grabbed Phillip to "break her fall," or so it might have seemed. Dessie had to admit that only a woman would see it for what it was. Phillip, of course, turned to grab the woman to keep her from falling as she managed to give him an up-close view of her neckline that contained two oversized melons that were all but falling out of her top as a result of the collision. Dessie had to admit that the act was well orchestrated, but the bitch was going after her husband.
By the time the little sex kitten was beginning her fake apology, Dessie was beside her and leaned to whisper into her ear. "Well done, but you had best tuck those tits in and go after someone else, or we are going to have a problem. Capiche?" To be sure the other understood, Dessie repeated her comments in German.
The woman glared at Dessie, but grabbed her shoe, slipped it on, turned and hurried the few steps back into the hotel.
"Dessie," Phillip hissed out, "that was rude. She just stumbled…"
"Phillip, pulease," she mispronounced the word while drawing it out. "Even a man should pick up on how contrived that was. I've already told you that she had set her sights on you. A few weeks ago, I would have told you to go after her, but we have an agreement. After all these years, do I have to escort you when you're only going a block down the street?" At his blank look, "Then again, maybe I should."...
Have a goodun;
Roust