Thinking quickly, Yvonne remembered there was a baby changing facility at the back of the restroom. Sex “Surely it’s ‘paying the Dane Geld’, nein?” Ingrid said, putting her arm around Forrist and kissing the young girl’s nose. “No. No. “Fuck’s sake, open this door!” A less than lady-like voice could be heard in between the banging. “You ladies seem to need a washdown, so I suggest you take off those shit stained garments and let us start cleaning you up.”
The waitresses tittered at this. “Thank you, dear,” said Mary, who waved Yvonne away as she slumped to the floor. One of the waitresses opened it after a brief conversation with the people on the other side. Clara Dicks, the black woman who had pushed Yvonne aside earlier, stood alongside Mary, Isabelle and three others. The other women on urinal row echoed Mary, in between bouts of gaseous splurging. All fight extinguished. Taking another deep breath, Yvonne attempted to calm her nerves. “How romantic, and a pretty name for a pretty girl. “There is still the press, the publicity,” pointed out Clara. “No, it was the dressed crab!”
“It was the beef,” moaned Isabella Bacas. I am ruined!”
The women screamed and Clara yelled: “The bitch double crossed us!”
At that moment Yvonne’s phone pinged.
