Tara on a Tear

Tara interrupted. "Shut the fuck up and start cleaning. If I hear anymore shit out of any of you, if I hear one more fucking come-on, or if any of you touches me, you're fucking walking. Is that clear?"

Stu and the boys nodded, pissed, but not ready to do anything about it. Tara was on some kind of fucking tear, and nobody wanted to mess with her.

"Now, give me the keys." said Tara, sizing up the boys and wondering which one she was going to fuck tonight. "I'm driving."