Awhile back I turned around to see her looking kind of confused. I asked her, "Cathy, what are you doing?" She said, "I'm multitasking." I asked, "So what are your tasks?" She said, "I'm shopping. I'm flirting with that man over there who keeps checking me out, and I am foneboning your business partner... who says he has flown up and down the Southern California Coast twice already but still can't find the Long Beach Airport." I asked her, "Are you pulling my leg?" She said, "Sorry baby, I can only flirt and fuck two men at a time. You have to wait your turn." That's when I said... "Cathy!... Cathy!... Cathy!!! Don't hang up, and give me the damn phone right fucking now... please!!!" You ought to see her when she pouts. She gets kind of puffed up, and the pokies in that shirt seem to inhale, sucking in, and then exhaling, blowing out. // Devon