Wedded Priss.

God, how Linda hated that smug bitch cousin of hers. The one who bragged about getting married to Frank (a successful podiatrist), and how they'll be driving a Mercedes and living in a mock Tudor estate, and how handsome Frank was. Linda hated her cousin's perfect hair, and that cloying smile, and that tendency she had to make her feel somehow inadequate because she was 30 and unmarried, the perfect spinster.

But there was one thing Linda knew that her cousin didn't - Linda was better in bed than her cousin. She knew this because Frank had told her last night.