Vero wasn’t drinking tonight; she had been slapped with the “designated driver” label, which she usually enjoyed. Out of all of us girlfriends s...e’s the “good girl” always polite, never drinks, doesn’t smoke, never cusses, she’s perfect. God, I hate her tonight, did I mention that..? I started to see double, and I figured I was drunk enough to go home now; when the bar door opened up and in came two gorgeous men (well as far as I could tell) I knew they weren’t from around here, or. Stacy sat at her dressing table, applying the last little bit of her makeup, her hands shaking. She looked at me through the mirror and said softly, ?Thank you. I feel like I’ve been freed from a prison of lies and masquerading. It makes me sick to think of what I used to be. I know that I’m supposed to be a white bitch for black cocks now, I know that I was born to be a sissy slut.? Tears were forming in her eyes and I stopped her. ?Stop with the waterworks sweetie, you’ll ruin your. By far. It’s not that I’m a frump. It’s just that Vanessa has more style.Plus, I was busy working during Wedding Week. It happens. Slow times are interrupted by rush jobs, one piled upon another. This month it was mostly insurance cases.I was working a tough hit-and-run case for State Farm. The victim, a 62-year old great grandmother from Independence was shopping on the Country Club Plaza for a birthday present for her daughter-in-law.There are a few on-street parking spaces in the 15 square. I could not control this. I was at his mercy. ‘So what do you have to say about this situation? Besides ‘I’m sorry.’ Don’t give me any of that bullshit.’ I took a deep breath. ‘You’re right about everything, but it happened out of the clear blue. I didn’t seek him out, it was an accident.’ He snorted his contempt. ‘I don’t know how to explain this to you, but I’ve fallen in love with him. He feels the same way about me. We want to start a life together. I’m sorry. It’s my fault, it has nothing.