The place was the Bahamar opening and the lady journalist, she of the newspaper of record, was seeking to charm away herself into someone’s life but a little too aggressively. The female standing on the side of the man with the power over the new hotel was not amused and confronted the journalist, asking her what the hell she (the journalist and the mammary glands) were doing disrespecting her ( the wife) by approaching the husband in that manner with (she) the wife standing by. Others who were nearby were so embarrassed for the journalist that they melted into the dark, quickly. For that person, apparently you don’t have to look like much, just have power and the mammary glands start a wiggling. Let’s call the National Security Minister. There’s been a security breach.