"Angela smiled then leant closer and kissed her. Joanna reached around her waist and they melted into each other's arms."I've just made coffee. Would ...ou like some," Angela offered. Joanna nodded.With cups in hand, they progressed into the lounge where Angela apologised profusely for the mess. The remnants of the previous night's Chinese takeout remained on the table and Angela rushed to remove them. Joanna helped her by washing her dish and cutlery while Angela deposited the stale leftovers in. Curly pulled a fat envelope from his breast pocket. She opened the door, grabbed the packet, and motioned us in. Despite the obvious bribe, the woman ran me through the driver’s test and the eye chart before she took my photo with the official DMV camera. Apparently, even with a bribe, the DMV has standards. Anyway, I was walk back to the car holding a legitimate California motor vehicle license still warm from the press.“Alanna R. Morgan,” I read. “I have a nom de guerre… and she can. When Sheila stood up she came after me again with her nails. Suddenly there was another man holding her back. ‘You are a bitch, Crystal Miller.’ She screamed trying to break the hold of the man holding her. ‘I should have let Jeremiah screw you that day you came over to my house. He wanted to but I said no cause you were my friend.’ I struggled even harder against the hands holding me. I wanted to tear her throat out. ‘If I ever see you again Bitch, I will kill you.’ I screamed. I didn’t. Up and down. Up and downnice and slow, use your lips," he insisted and kept up until Lanefinally gave in. Ted leaned back on the couch and continued hisinstruction until Lane was bobbing up and down like a cheerleader onhomecoming night. Lane gave in because what else could he do? Not muchreally. Maybe it was cosmic punishment for liking to dress in ladiesthings. If he could satisfy Ted he'd soon be over the ordeal."Better. That's better, up and down now, up and down in long.