The Freudian Slip

Well there it was. Her mother had a more active sex life than she did. Relena sent barrages of pouts Ms. Dorlian’s way as she laughed and flirted expertly with all the old fogies. Freud definitely would’ve had something to say about this.

Relena’s eyes strayed to the only figure in the room looking disenchanted with the glitz. Blue analytical eyes watched for danger, not women. Strong, elegant hands rested on his earpiece, oozing a lazy grace any supermodel would envy.

She smiled and sashayed over.

If she was lucky, Freud would have something to say about this, too.