Commiseration.

"Hey girlie!" a pleasant and familiar voice brought Beth out of angry fantasies of {if Shame < 30
} tying Brian up to fuck someone else in front of him. {else
}pushing Brian out of a window. {endif
}"Whoa. You look pissed. Should I flee?"

Ms. Angela Black, the 38-year old history teacher, had been Beth's first friend when she came to Serona High. The beautiful, sexy, buxom older woman had immediately taken Beth under her wing like a den mother. Despite the "Ms." and the last name, Angela had been divorced since before Beth met her. She was a straight talking, no nonsense woman, who went after what she wanted and didn't give a fuck what anyone said or thought. Tenure helps. She had moved to the US as a young girl, but a bit of Australian twang still lingered on her tongue.
{if Tatas = 1
}Beth knew she herself had a nice rack, stellar even, but Angela's H cups were on another planet. {else
}Perhaps the feature that most noticed first about Angela, especially men, were her incredible H cup tits. {endif
}Beth wasn't sure how she even walked upright with them. She was also one of Beth's bridesmaids, and only slightly put out that Lisa, Beth's college roommate, had triumphed over her for the maid of honor spot.
"Hey, Mama Bear..." Beth put her phone down and sighed. "No. Just same shit, different day."
"Let me guess, Brian shit?" Angela sat down across from her.
"Yep." Angela knew all about her troubles with Brian. {if Shame < 30
}As a "retired" trophy wife herself, Angela encouraged the worst impulses in Beth when it came to her relationship. {else
}Beth wouldn't exactly call Angela a bad influence, but she certainly preached the gospel of "getting your needs met," by whatever means were available. She might be a bad influence after all. {endif
}Beth quickly filled Angela in on the latest development.
"Well..." Angela looked around, and lowered her voice a little. "Fuck him, then. It's Friday! Why don't we go out to the club? We can hook a few young studs and have a good time."
"That's very funny, Angela. {if Shame < 30
}As if any of the guys would be looking at me with you around."
"You bite your tongue. You are sex on a stick when you dress to the nines. {if Tatas = 1
}One look at that rack and you'll have them begging to take you home." {elseif Dat Ass = 1
}With that ass, you can't possibly miss." {elseif Head Game = 1
}Give 'em a little taste of that head game, and you'll have no problem..."
"Angela..." Beth didn't want to think about why Angela knew anything about her "head game." That weekend in Cabo... She shook the lewd memory out of her head. {else
}You'll have no trouble finding someone to call "daddy." Angela's smile was wicked.
"Ok, you know entirely too much...." I was a little too loud one night on our trip to Cabo, and now she... Beth shook the lewd memory from her mind.{endif
}{else
}I can't...do that..." As mad as I am, as frustrated as I am, as needy as.... She cut off that line of thought.
"You can't go out on the town? While he's schmoozing at some bullshit thing?"
"That's not the part I'm talking about, and you know it."
"Girlie, I'm just teasing about that part. I'm just saying let's have some fun and whatever happens, happens."
Beth sighed. "You're going to be the **** of me, Mama Bear." {endif
}