Tiff. Kate's best-friend.

It was Tiff.

Kate's Best (albeit slutty) friend. 5 7" blonde with D-cup breasts or her girls as she referred to them.

"Hi Tiffany, come on in" Martin polity said a bit confused as to why Tiff was here.

"Jesus Martin how many times it's Tiff only my mother calls me Tiffany" she responed as she walked in not even looking at him as she said it "Wheres Kate?"

"At work. You know that thing grown-ups do?" Martin always liked to get some jib at Tiff's refusal to get a job.

"Boring. Oh well maybe you and I can hang out and we a solve this Tiffany problem"