Talk, talk

-- I made a strange discovery last night. You know, there is this girl next door, about 23 or 24, a bit chubby but quite a lay worth. Anyway, she has always been very correct, says "Usted" to me, has a dog that's quiet, she studies law and she has got a decent bloke as a boyfriend. She's quite educated, too, for she knows that Chopin wasn't a Frenchman. Anyway, last night, as I went out for cigarettes, I saw her downstairs messing around with some Colombian boy, a bold-headed lad of 16 or 17. She wasn't neither drunk nor high, she seemed to be very happy, though. As I asked her if everything was alright with her, she looked at me blank in the eye and started hysterically to cachinnate. The whole experience scared the shit out of me, so much, that I had to run away.

 -- Cachinnate. I don't need to as you where you learned that word, do I? By the way, no-one uses it in normal speech.

-- BUT IT HAS A SIGNIFICATION, even being insignificant. Well done anyway, Neil, you are a better reader than I thought. You got straight to the only fucking point that mattered in the story.