It doesn't freak you out?"Emily looked at her. "Freak me out? You mean you and him? No. I mean, it's different. But me and him? That's kind of weird. ...ut I don't know. He just makes me feel good. He's like really amazing. He's nice and all; he doesn't make me feel like a whore or something."I walked into the room. Seeing the looks on thee girls faces, I kind of laughed and said, "Uh oh. Not a good conversation huh?" to which we started laughing almost immediately.Sitting there talking. I could. I'm supposed to meet Stephanie in half an hour." She's only fifteen minutes away. That means you can spare me ten minutes to tell me what is going on here."She had a hand on my arm and I moved to go, but she held on. "No Rob, I want to know." Okay, all right. I don't like your husband. He is a lying asshole and I can't stand his ass." So what does that have to do with me?" You are his wife." And that means we can't be friends? Since when does my husband get to determine who I like and don't. But I was glad she agreed, because I needed her away from her office so I could go in and confront her boss. I quickly went to my room and put on a red silk button-down blouse with a black knee-length skirt and matching black blazer. I slipped on a pair of black lace top thigh-high stockings, and a pair of red 3" pumps. I put on enough makeup to make me look a little older than I was but not to look whorish. I grabbed my purse and headed out the door. The whole way to Cheryl's office, I went. I wanted to smoke like my mom too because Ithought it would make me more of a woman like her. However," she said,"I was serious when I said I wanted for you to be your own woman insteadof a carbon copy of me. That's why I bought you the Virginia Slims and adifferent style purse. So what do you think about the Virginia Slims?"she asked. "Are they womanly enough for you?" I love them," I said. "Not that I have any idea what they taste like,but I've always wanted to be a Virginia Slims.