Two twin cats competing for his

He was about to stand up when Patricia came through the door.

Patricia wore her red hair down, curly and shoulder lengnth, and was sporting a red sleaveless v-neck dress and matching pumps. The cleavage from her C sized breasts protruded nicely from the top. She walked with purpose towards Francine’s table and sat down.

They sat there for the longest time. Staring at each other with pure hatred and contempt. Each pair of emerald green eyes taking in the others. there rounded faces develping furrows as they squinted there eyes, both of there faces where down with they eyes glaring upwards into the others face. Francine suddenly looked down and undid her hair. It was at that moment that Jarret realized they were twins. Jarret listened as they talked in low steady tones.

“I know what you did Patricia, who do think you are? You knew we where engaged.”

“You didn’t love him and he didn’t love you. Sex is all that mattered, Francine, and you know it.”

“That doesn’t give you the right to screw every man I go out with.”