“Fake as a two dollar bill and as cheap as your mama’s trailer home!” a rather rude and drunken woman exclaimed. Her own body, as beautifully curvaceous as it was, still showed the signs of a woman who was past her prime.

The scene reeked of jealousy. Rodd smelled the makings of a catfight and simply could not contain himself. “Oh please! If it wasn’t for that support bra you would be dragging the floor!”

“What! You just wish you could have them for yourself! Baby they are real and they are all mine!”

Rodd laughed. This seemed to peeve his company quite much as she began to perceive that he was not feigning his lack of interest in her breasts. “Darlin, those bazoombas are grade ‘C’ material if I ever saw any!”

The woman grabbed herself and squeezed. “Real Real Real!” Then pointing a finger at the approaching Rosy, “Fake Fake Fake” It was becoming quite evident that she had witnessed the ease of which Crispin was manipulated with a little cleavage and she missed having the same power of persuasion.

At this time Tim couldn’t handle listening to the conversation a minute longer. The bitch slapping seemed like it was about to start and he wanted to defuse the situation. “You could say I’m an expert on such matters, whose breasts are in question and I’ll be the judge?”

Rosy, unaware of the conversation, or being the object of a dispute made her way back to the table. “You said you were a surgeon, I believe, Mr Tuck. What kind ?”

Tim lifted a finger as if to say hold on a minute while the other woman began pointing more vigorously at Rosy. “That’s the hussy, flouncing those fake boobs to everyone!”

Rodd couldn’t let up and turned the dagger back. “Jealousy from a pair of Grade ‘C’ has beens!”

The woman turned her nose up with a smug expression. The name is Tyra Hanks. Perhaps you heard of me. I was a cover model.

Tim, taking the matter a little too seriously gave his expert opinion. “I’ve seen a lot of pairs in my time, so I’ll have to be honest with you. Ms. Peacock’s are quite exceptional I can assure. The best. If all women were like her I would have had to take up my second passion, gynecology.”

Rod laughed louder at Tyra. “Oh yes! Now I recognize that sagging cleavage! You posed for National Geographic!”

I was jealousy that started the argument. It was the alcohol that made the matter a serious mess. And it was probably a case of double vision that caused Tyra to sock Tim in the eye instead of Rodd.