" Please, what...?" I threw in a mild panic."You have two choices," she continued unmoved. "Either you follow me back to the car park and I'll give yo... a good going over... Or I'll make a big scene here and now, screaming that you stalked and grabbed me and I'll really stress you out. Understand? Your decision!" she grinned cynically. "I'll follow you, I'll follow you", I pushed out."Good. And don't you dare try to run away. I have a very loud organ! Go!"She turned around, I followed her with. “Good to meet you, Tori,” said Carla, shaking her hand more firmly than one would in an ordinary situation, almost as though she were offering comfort. “I don’t know if Danika knows anything, but I guess you could try her and see if she knows where the fuck we are.” Tori nodded. “I’ll do that.” She crawled over to the bars and addressed the tall, thin black girl with a dreadlocked ponytail who sat pressed against the bars, watching Tori and Carla’s conversation. “Hey, d’you-” Her statement was. Yes. I guess so," I replied."Well it's very brave of you to come to a place called Feminine Mystiqueto get your new hairstyle, especially wearing that blouse," said our newfriend, with a bit less of a smirk. "My husband wouldn't be caught deadin here." Well actually that's not a blouse. It is a man's shirt," responded mywife. "I know it is a bit 'girly', but he likes pastels and it's such aflattering style and color for him. But Brianne has been cutting hishair for years. I think he. “It was a fantasy, Lisa, just a fantasy, that’s all, baby”.“What if I told you I had a fantasy about black guys too, I mean I have seen all those interracial videos for years, and I have thought about it”.“I mean I have never fucked a black guy before, but the thought has crossed my mind, I mean I love you more than anything in the world, I guess I’m just afraid of turning 40 and I’m saying crazy stuff, I’m sorry”.“No, baby, that’s OK, I understand, it’s a fantasy, but what if you were to live.