This is not mine, all credit goes to cdbee999.
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My girl Marjorie, AKA MArj The Mauler lost a poll fight to a girl named Jean, AKA Mean Jean.
Here is what might have happened.
The Ladies Room
"I don't believe you let her flirt with him like that!" Ann said.
"Let who?" Marjorie was instantly alert. They were seated on the patio of The Lounge, their favorite local cocktail lounge, and Marj looked around in a panic, not looking for "her" so much as she was looking for her live in boyfriend, Carl. At 6'4" he was hard to miss and through the patio doors she could see him disappearing into the men's room door. Marjorie breathed easier. At least she knew where he was, now just who was this "her" flirting with her man.
She was pushing fifty and the closer she got to it the more Marjorie turned rather possessive and jealous of her lover. After all, Carl was ten years younger than she was, (eleven actually, a fact which she hated to admit) and Marj was alert to the fact that her slim hipped, broad chested lover often attracted the eyes of younger women. She knew that he loved her, but Marjorie had found herself constantly on guard against some young chippie coming along, shaking her boobs or buns in Carl's direction and turning his head. She knew he loved her, Marj told herself, but he was a man after all.
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