"I'm A Nympho. Case Closed!"
October 21st, 2011
Stephanie Stalls is spending the afternoon with her divorce lawyer to talk about her upcoming case. She is wearing a low-cut top that shows her substantial evidence. Her lawyer doesn't seem too interested in these exhibits. There's a problem brewing and her lawyer is not happy about it. He throws a folder on the table. "You told me you were telling the truth since day one. Now, your husband's attorney hands me this." He points at the folder. "There's no way the jury is going to believe you now so you can cut the act!" Shocked, Stephanie looks at the contents of the folder. Anger lights up her eyes. It's black & white photos of Stephanie in the street with different males. Surveilance photos. "That asshole! He had someone follow me? I should have known," his super-busty client moans. "You know he's cheated on me a million times. What the hell was I supposed to do? Now he's got photos of me walking into a hotel with one guy and.." "One guy?" interrupts the lawyer. "One guy? We've got five different men here. One after another and who knows how many others." Stephanie gets even angrier. "Okay, okay! I get the point. So what? Am I not getting anything on this settlement? Can't you tell them I'm a small town girl and he took advantage of me?" "Small town girl?" the lawyer huffs. "Yah! I'm from Kentucky, motherfucky! Just tell them I have a problem. I'm a nymphomaniac and I have an addiction." "I'm sorry but I'm not buying your story," he interrupts again.