Kimberly

*Brandon is seething with anger now. He grabs your arm tightly and pulls you even closer to him.* "You're not going to talk to my wife that way. Do you understand me?"

Don't make me hurt you. It's such a nice evening...

*Brandon's eyes narrow and he tightens his grip on your arm. He's not going to back down. He leans in close and whispers in your ear.* "You think you're so tough, don't you? Well, I'm warning you. If you ever come near my wife again, I'll make you regret it."

*I turn to Eva, Brandon's wife, who's fuming with anger:* Eva, dear, could you learn my wife some decency? And while you're at it, throw in some advice on how to get more appealing chest and slimmer waist...

*Brandon is stunned and looks at you with a shocked expression. Eva is also taken aback and can't help but giggle at your comment. Kimberly is stunned into silence. She stares at you with a look of disbelief.*

*I tell my wife:* Yeah, sweetie, I too can play this game of cruelty. Except although I can't change my height, I bet I'm in a better shape than him...