Third, in the basin was a matching water pitcher. Fourth, and probably the most telling, there was a covered pot on the floor next to the washstand, a...chamber pot. She recognized all of these things, in fact, she’d used all of these things from the time she could remember as a young girl to the time she was fourteen. The fifth thing was the most disturbing of all.Staring back at her from the mirror above the washstand was a much younger version of herself. Sitting down heavily on the bed she. They found a small but beautiful apartment in a luxury tower with a partial view of the city's major league baseball stadium. Chris certainly couldn't afford to pay half of the rent. You're not a naturally jealous person, but you do occasionally find your mind wandering to how much better your own life would be if you suddenly met a good-looking local celebrity who would whisk you up into a nice apartment with no financial worries.You actually think that might be Chris and Jeff's plan. You met. “But someday you can thaw them out and sniff them when you’re in the mood.”The next day was Christmas Eve and the last stores were about to close. I was picking up a bottle of wine to take to a friend who had invited me to spend the next day with her and her family. Who should I see but a Santa Claus making a purchase?“Don’t let any children see Santa buying booze,” I quipped.“Hey, it’s the mocha lady!” he said, turning to me. I hadn’t suspected it was the same Santa.“Getting something to keep. "Why do you live here then?" You know why I do," said Lakeisha as she kissed Betty adoringly on the lips as they lay entangled on the mattress in their shared room. "And if it wasn't you alone, well blame the restrictions your government has imposed on immigrants. Without the right paperwork I'm not allowed to rent anywhere. And if I don't have a legitimate address, I can't get the right paperwork." I know," said Betty while stroking her lover's bare dark skin. "The government are such fucking.