Beth picked up her knife and cut into her own omelet. Then she looked up at Bridget, meeting her eyes and replied quietly, "Nothing much. We are just glad to see you..." she stiffened suddenly. Then she grinned.
"Well, Carla," she went on with sudden glee, "I guess that is one way to solve this situation."
"What?" said Carla, confused, but glad a firefight wasn't breaking out.
"I'm pretty sure Bridget just short-circuited the issue and f****d Alistaire herself, along with other assorted activities," Beth said, hardly able to contain herself.
Carla gasped, then stopped. She sniffed at what her gasp had told her. Then she leaned forward and took a deep, ostentatious, whiff. "Daaamn! She f****d him just now!"
Bridget could not help but giggle. I just sat there, looking smug. I felt smug.
