My moms boss was a big, fat, black man called John. He was about 40 at the time, married, and ugly looking. My mom was 17 or 18. John had been harrass...ng and touching my mom since day one, saying she could have anything she wanted if he owned her. The day after we left grandmas place, my mom was determined to get through. I dont know if it was circumstances, or she needed and excuse to do it, but she immediately went to John to take him up on his offer. My mom told him she would do what he. Kim suggested a bachelorette party theme. I blushed what do you guys mean? They all winked at me and said we want to be there. I giggled you guys mean a sisterhood thing and agreed with them.Sonia, Melissa and Kim arrived on Saturday early and we girls took a shower together commenting on each other’s assets. I was given an ivory thong panty and 5” red black heels I wore a short dress without my bra. Girls were also dressed in sexy skirts and blouses. Kim gave a pill with a glass of water.. “Why is she saying just me?” he grouched. “I seem to recall a young man who used to be late for everything!”I gave him my best pious look, and turned back to Fritz, still trying to look like a misunderstood holy man.“See what I have to put up with?” I asked in my own aggrieved voice.Fritz just snorted. Then he gave a speculative look at the clock.“David, you know a lot of the ‘he said/she said’ moments in a famous person’s life happen in the kitchen and the living room, right?”“Yes. So... ?” I. A second later, Chris/Armis beamed out.New York CityIt was nearly three p.m. on the east coast, when Armis reappeared in the ladies room on the fifth floor of The New York Times building. She took a moment to get her bearings then walked calmly out of the ladies’ and turned toward the bullpen that filled the west side of the place. It was filled with people who were either sitting at a computer terminal, or dictating into a mic or hurriedly going hither and yon. Around the outside of the pen.