Summer Less
May 17, 2010 at 12:39 pm
…I just hope tomorrow doesn’t bring a down-trodden-looking Cayla skulking away without letting them know she’s there.
May 17, 2010 at 12:39 pm
…I just hope tomorrow doesn’t bring a down-trodden-looking Cayla skulking away without letting them know she’s there.
Les, you pathetic, cringing little milksop. “Actually, I did think Cayla might call…guess she has no time for poor me…” Susan, your plan worked perfectly: show up just a couple ticks ahead of Les’ woman, engage in a friendly toast…not allowing her to catch you naked together or anything; that would force a confrontation (and she would no doubt mop the floor with you). Nope, just send her away with a sheepish look on her face, and you’ll soon have Les all to yourself.
