Exton

Morgan is ready to start screaming at the top her lungs. Her hands are clenched into fists and her face is an alarming shade of red.

First my dress gets ripped, then splashed on, Gareths clumsy fumbling, his inability to deliver my messages properly, his almost spilling my drink. Then the wine, who would have substituted vinegar? Now I have to see this slip of a girl get all this attention. Fawned over by the bartender and kissed by the man I want kissing me... this is too much. The stupid little stuck-up bitch... looks like she weighs about ninety pounds soaking wet. Her cunt probably can't take anything bigger than a pencil. Maybe that's why he prefers the silly little twat....