I should ask for her name, but then she might be hurt when she clearly knows mine."I doubt your friend would like me around," she says, wrinkling her ...ainted-on nose and whiskers."What makes you say that? He can be a massive jerk at times towards me, but he's never mean to women, especially when they're as pretty as you... Or has he already hit on you?" You think I'm pretty? I bet you tell all women that."I've put my foot in it and opened my mouth without thinking. I wasn't even meaning to. It was far too depressing, not to mention dangerous, being underground, unable to see the light of day, or in this case, the dark of night. The taxi was warm for the weather was turning quite cold. The driver was pleasant in that he didn't speak to her at all. With a great sense of expectancy, the blonde wife looked out the window at the passing New York night life, the neon signs flashing, the people. As the cab reached the Village, Helen looked attentively at the dating couples, the kids. She walked fast enough to show that she knew where she was going, but at the same time not too fast. She was worried one of the guys sitting on the street would take it as her being scared and use that against her. Natalie was still wearing her business suit and when she walked by a man sitting on the ground outside a doorway, she cringed. She knew her skirt was above her knee and wished she were wearing pants instead. The camisole was low enough to show off the top of her creamy breasts. She. I can hear it in your voice.” “You must be imagining it.” “No. I’m not. That’s exactly how and what you said when you didn’t want to talk about your Mom being in the hospital. Tell me what’s wrong. Maybe I can help. If nothing else, I can listen.” Autumn’s lip quivered, and despite what she thought was iron resolve to keep her problems to herself, the story spilled out of her in a tear-filled gush. Summer sniffled on the other end of the phone. “Oh, that’s terrible. Hang on for just a second.”.