Samantha, my brilliant fourth grader, was spending the night with a friend. “Oh momma,” Samantha said to me as she saw me applying my eye shadow....“Do you have a date?” “No,” I replied, “But I’m just going to go out and have a good time.” “You look so pretty,” Samantha told me. She knew how to brighten my day. Brenda was my best friend. She had a fourth grader as well. Her and Samantha were very close. Brenda knocked on the door as I sat putting on my make-up and Samantha was busy watching. ‘Liberty?’ boomed a deep male voice, as if anxious to know where she was. Fenton brushed his lips against hers. That incredible moment lasted but a second. ‘Coming daddy,’ she called, turning toward the open door. ‘Fenton is kissing me.’ Fenton smiled, indicating he was not embarrassed. He wasn’t at all concerned about Paul, the only thing that mattered was Liberty, their relationship, although developing, seemed wafer thin. ‘Sorry,’ she laughed looking coy. ‘I was tempted to say that to him,. I trot with heels clicking and wiggling having to follow this young man around and everyone can see the dressed to the nines little office girl.Another humiliation at not one but two Marine supplies stores. Think about it, dressed like a secretary, looking for parts to a boat, the ultimate bimbo!!! All these stores have huge parking lots; I have to walk in these heels and everyone who goes in there is in jeans, or sweats, shorts. All the men are very 'macho' looking. Nothing but sport utility. Then heclosed and locked the door. "Satisfied?" he asked with more annoyancethan he should have."It's not me who needs to answer that," she said as she started walkingtowards the building.Chad fell in beside her, feeling all the more foolish today about the wayhe was dressed than he did yesterday. "Sorry," he said softly to her."Your purse looks a little heavy," she noted. "What have you got inthere?" All my makeup," he replied."I noticed your eyes this morning."Chad grunted. "I'll wash it.