Ignoring her wife, Jenna turned fully to the other girl, a look of eye-brow arched anger crossing on her face. But it dissolved in a second. She leaned forward. "Catherine is such a<em>cunt</em>. Never thinks of anything but herself. You're totally right; she should have let us know. I'm a bit steamed that she was apparently dating around behind my back. That's<em>not</em>a good thing."<br/><br/>She was shaking her hand now, a feminine, dainty grip, but with some strength in it. Peering into Kenzie's eyes, still leaning forward, she gave a stage whisper clearly intended for her spouse to hear. "You and I should be friends. We're the victimized parties here. I love your skin. You have great bones, awesome tits. I can see the attraction. You and I should punch her in the face and run away together."<br/><br/>In exaggerated fashion, she turned to Catherine and frowned. "Your date and I have been talking. We've decided you are an asshole. I'm divorcing you and am taking half of everything, including half of her."<br/>