I still haven’t exactly sorted it out, but it seems to have something to do with adrenaline and testosterone. In unison, ‘Morning, chef.’ I sti...l get the goose bumps when I hear that. Tying back my long dark hair, my second in command, Eric, gives me the update on the day’s events. The commotion from the front of the house interrupts us. With as much sarcasm as a mid-westerner can muster. Eric says, ‘I was saving the best for last.’ Tying my apron around trim waist, I know I have snowshoeing. I was thinking of dressing slutty for the college but didn’t want to do it too much. After some thought I decided on a blue skirt that was short but not too short, about 3 inches above my knees, and a fitted sleeveless white top with white bra inside. I thought of changing the panty to a blue or black one but then decided to keep the red as it was making me feel horny.When I reached college the three of them were waiting for me. They always used to hug me when they saw me in college but today. I had to find out from that bitch Rhonda."Shontay looked away as if embarrassed. Laura felt a slight twinge of victory. "What did she tell you?"Laura shrugged. "That you got a job in France. That you spoke French and had graduated from the French high school in San Francisco. I felt... devastated." Oh, right," Shontay said, with heavy scorn.Maybe that was a little too strong, Laura realized, and as ever Shontay was quick to jump on any phoniness. "Well... I was hurt," she amended.Shontay. It was my fucking gun. That fucking idiot!’ Montana spat, spit sprayed against the windshield with the force of his words. There was cause for caustic cursing, Mira supposed. She clasped her seat belt, removed a metal canister and her makeup mirror. ‘Don’t you fucking dare!’ Montana slapped her hands causing a white cloud to billow throughout the car, obscuring her view of the road for the slightest second. ‘It’s snowing!’ She said in a voice devoid of mirth. That was all that she had left..