Mutton Dressed As Lamb
A Snippet
For goodness sake, Maureen! What on earth does she think she’s wearing?! I watch as she waddles up to me in a mini skirt so short it could be a belt, a pair of sheer tights which weave in and out over rolls of excess flesh. Her cleavage nearly knocks out the man at the table next to her as she waves,
“Veronica, babes! How are we?” she says, all excitement and fake poshness. I smile…