Yikes, it’s a real mess out there today Abercrombians. Looks like an extra-wide broke down on the freeway and took a whoooooooole lot of pork products with it. Better to steer clear of this one any way you can…
For Jean, finding her wife was like exploring a disaster area. You started seeing signs of it, and then you just moved towards where it was worse, and it just kept getting worse.
Marriage hadn’t been easy for Jean. Jean never expected to marry. Hell, Jean didn’t expect to live this long. And her wealth aside, she wasn’t exactly marriageable material. Most women were not looking for another woman, who had almost as many bizarre fetishes as she had DUIs. And then there was her family which would never, EVER allow her to marry for love, even before they loaded her down with enough internalized homophobia to apologize regularly for sleeping with her wife to her wife. And yet…
When Jean managed to find someone who could get Jean to clean up her act and toe the line even slightly, and become of SOME usefulness to the Vandergrif banking dynasty, her family pounced on it and clung to it like a man at sea clinging to driftwood, and **demanded** Jean marry her.
By now, Jean was encountering the kind of food debris large enough she had to step over it. Jean might terrify a lot of people, but she was terrified of her wife. Meekly she approached her from behind. “Hey…”
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