Talia, a unique name. I've never heard of a Talia before, but then again I've never seen a woman quite as beautiful either. The name fit her. I shook her hand, a common form of greeting. No ring on the left ring finger, but was a woman like this really single? I highly doubted it, but maybe it wouldn't be too much of a bad thing to try. Either way, it still would be nice to look at her. Right away, I could tell she worked out; her body was toned. She wasn't muscular though. She looked like a woman with her gorgeous curves and breasts. I paid even more close attention to her chest. They were perfectly shaped, round, perky, and large. The cup size looked to be about a DD. In the back of my mind, I wondered what they felt like and tasted like.

"Would you stop?" she growled. I looked up to her face, which was contorted into anger; eyes squinted and mouth in a big frown, slightly pursed lips.

"Stop what?" I asked innocently. That didn't work. Her glared intensified.

"Don't you fucking play dumb with me!" she snarled. I don't know what it was, maybe it was the day I've had so far but whatever it was, it spiked my temper into the air. Who the fuck did she think she was? I've had enough with people today. Peopled pissed me off. My voice was darker, deeper, and sharper as I spoke to her.

"Motherfucker, who do you think you're talking to?"

"You, you filthy pig. Stop looking at my tits." What the fuck was it about women? Ladies, I don't think you understand. We are always going to look. Quit being offended. We're appreciating what you got, for god's sake. Chill the fuck out. I wanted to say this to her, but most likely it would just launch her into some other bitch-a-thon talking about how I needed more respect or something.

"Maybe you shouldn't showcase them with that slutty shirt."

"How dare you! I can do what the fuck I want. Free country." she said, putting her hands on her hips and huffing at me. Such an original female response to a guy who pisses her off.

"Same for me then, babe."

"Don't call me that. I have a boyfriend, thank you very much."

"First of all, I do what I want. Second of all, I looked at your chest, probably being the 17th guy that's done that to you today but I'm the only one who has the balls enough to not give a shit if you see me...I didn't ask to fuck your brains out. I didn't touch you or hit on you. Pipe the fuck down. I don't give a fuck about your boyfriend." I snarled at her, glaring even harder. Perhaps I was a bit harsh on her, but nevertheless she deserved it big time. At first glance, she looked sweet. Her brown eyes stared at me now, a mixture of multiple emotions that were probably anger and annoyance. I reflected her expression, watching her as she stalked off.

Later, when the work day was over, I told my friend Matt about the incident as we were eating at McDonalds.

"Damn, sounds like you whipped out the asshole side of you, dude." he said, snapping into his cheeseburger like a shark would their prey.

"She whipped out the bitch side of her. Ain't my fault."

"Why was she pissed off at you again?"

"She was mad because I looked at her boobs." I scoffed, rolling my eyes.

"Well, women do get pissed of when a guy looks at their tits."

"Matt, the girl was wearing a V-neck with a shit load of cleavage. I mean she wasn't exactly hiding 'em."

"I take it back. I'm on your side dude. But, seriously, you are stressed out over some bitch stranger you met today. You have no idea how stupid that makes you look."

"Shut the fuck up Matt." I said, flipping him off. I wasn't being stupid. I was in the right. The Talia chick was acting completely ridiculous.

"Hey, I'm on your side. Seriously, why do you even care?"

"I guess I just expected her to a bit nicer or something. She was pretty rude though, no lie."

"Shane, she's a stranger! Who cares?"

He did have a point. Hell, I didn't know her. Something about her eyes told me she was nicer than her mouth claimed. I shrugged it off and parted with Matt.

Okay, fuck Talia. She's just some big-titted bitch who's a hypocrite and an idiot and she can kiss my ass. Okay, moving on now.

I sighed and drove where I always drove on Mondays: New Florida Mental Institute. It was time to make another one of my visits to the only person I could ever trust.