She's rambling again.

I'd get her a coffee but she never gets me one.

Petty? Hell, yeah!

The idea of her in prison pimping herself out amuses me. As does the visual of her farm girl ass, in overalls, milking a cow.

I'm trying not to laugh. But when she goes into rant mode it's like a five year old saying a dirty word. You're stunned but you can't help snickering.

Now she's glaring. I should probably leave her alone to get on with it.

If I stay, I will laugh and she'll find a way to punish me.

Hmm.