But Diane was now apparently through with her.

"God, are you stupid," Diane said.

Becky gasped, looking up at the pixyish blonde in shock and anger. But Diane just giggled and rose to her feet.

"What-what'd you say that for?" Becky asked in spite of herself.

"Because you are," Diane shrugged. "Today you caught me having sex with your fiance. You came over to see me with the obvious intention of berating me for it, and it took me all of two minutes to get you eating out of the palm of my hand." Diane giggled. "Which means you're a dummy. You might as well face it. A busty bimbo with no brains."

"Why, you…" But Becky was so shocked and hurt that she couldn't make the words come out. "What an awful thing to…"

"I might as well just lay the whole thing on the line for you," Diane sighed. "Your little engagement to Mitch is done, darling. He doesn't want you anymore. He wants me instead. And would you like to know why?"

"Why, how-how dare you?" But by now Becky could already feel the tears beginning to flow.

"It's not because you're not pretty enough, God only knows. And it's not because you don't satisfy him sexually." Diane paused for emphasis. "It's because you're stupid!"

"I am not!"

"Yes, you are!" And now Diane actually looked vicious; "You're just a two bit grocery store clerk! The man you want to marry is an executive. Executives think about things. That means they're interested in women who can talk to them about the things they're interested in. Women like me! What they definitely do not want is busty sluts with nothing between the ears. Busty sluts are good for fuck ing, but not for marriage!"