Putting a new band together. The Outskirts. My future bandmates have not been clued in on this, but they will have to go along because we are all for one and one for all. Polygamist’s wives we are. Fundamentalist girls gone WILD.
Except that one on the right-back. She/he is a bit of a mess. Keep that on the lowdown – wouldn’t want to ruffle any fundi-feathers.
When the man is preoccupied we eat Whoppers. Heaven knows a person could choke on a fast food sandwich when it has become contraband.
The meals around this joint would be tastier and timelier were there a wife or two, or three, to spare. Fewer sandwiches when the clock is not striking lunch. More fork food when the clock IS striking dinner. Where do I sign?
PS: BLUE is the color of freedom — the freedom to be yourself.
L. Bourgeois
That would be Louise. LoU-EaSe. Club Louise, in case you don’t know, is the exclusive club for girls who have turned to women and are not done being wild.
The Lunch Encounter 
I am a big L. Bourgeois fan, and happy to be a member of Club Louise. And the Outskirts! Even with my pin-neck. I can contribute toasted cheese sandwiches on sandwich night in the compound.
You guys look AWESOME! I will sneak decadent ice cream onto the compound any time for you brides of the prophet!