Wheeling Gull Isle now i think it's high time you lie down and bleed

And just like that he lost her.

Any nostalgic thoughts Maude had flew right out the metaphorical window. Her smile turned down quickly into a frown, then a snarl. I am a woman, she enunciated every word harshly, matching each syllable with a step forward. Her hackles raised, fangs bared. This never ceased to rile her up, no matter who said it. It always seemed to be male that accused her of tricking them, never a woman. Women never seen to care much. This ain't no fuckin' trick, mate.