
"So are most of us," Helen said a she finished with the costume fitting.
"What do you mean?"
"Well, it's just that, Connie Decker's got a way about her. You know, some women can sleep around the city and you'd never know it. They've got a way about them that shows style and class," Helen said as she took the dress off Kathy.
"And Mrs. Decker?"
"She's an animal," Helen said distastefully as she made face. "Some people like her because she's so open about everything she does. But to me, she's just some kind of bitch dog – always in heat, and not afraid to show it to anybody who asks."
Kathy raised her eyebrows. The wardrobe mistress had struck her as a pleasant, quiet middle-ages woman. To hear this kind of language coming from her was a surprise.
Connie Decker had to be some kind of bitch to inspire it.
"Well, I'm going up to the theatre to take a look for myself," Kathy said as she stepped out into the hall.
"Just brace yourself," Helen warned, closing the door behind them.
When Kathy reached the auditorium, she saw a few of the stage hands talking in the wings. Helen went behind the set to finish taking down the measurements for Kathy's costume. Kathy turned around slowly, looking for Bob and his mysterious wife. She found them sitting in the first row seats.
"Kathy! Come on over here and meet my wife," Bob called out when he saw her.
Kathy flashed a smile at him, then almost running up to the first row. She was about twenty feet from them when she looked at the dark-haired woman sitting next to Bob. It was the same woman she'd seen in the room down the hall fucking the Great Dane!
"My, she looks pale. Are you sure she's right for the part of the mother?" Connie asked as she slowly rose to her feet and extended her hand.
"Oh, I'm sorry," Kathy stammered, feeling blood rush to her face. So Bob Decker had married a dog freak! She couldn't believe it! Here she was shaking hands with the wife of a man she'd just fucked – and that wife loved screwing dogs! If was what theatre life was like, Kathy wasn't that sure she wanted it.
