What she laid as law was final and irrevocable.Catherine the Insatiable, the woman who assuaged her lust for power over all men with a slight movement...of a hand and a comment that could raise a favorite high in imperial favor or send them to the cells. Those places of punishment that filled the cellars under her fortress in Moscow with the sighs of the lost and the groans of anguish as they paid for slights real and imagined.Her hand strayed to the small pocket in her wide spreading dress and. She was an attractive brunette withgray eyes and a knockout figure. I approached herand stuck out my hand, “Hi my name is Connie! I’mlooking for a roommate and I have the feeling thatyou and I are on the same wave length.” She took my hand and said, “Hi my name is Iris!Would you like to join me for coffee after this crap?” I locked arms with her and as soon as the boringlecture finished and we headed for the student unionlounge and I bought us a couple. "She gave me her phone number, and I wrote it on the cover of my History book. I told her that I'd give her a call after six thirty. I knew that Karen was the same age as I was. Exactly the same, since we had the same birth date. Before our fight, we had hung around together some because we had some of the same friends. Karen used to be plump in the sixth grade. Over the years though, she had redistributed the weight and now had a good figure. Even when I didn't like her, I still had to. But, anyway, I sorta moved in with him, and, I dunno... I mean, I liked him and all. He was cool. But I kept thinking, ya know, this is what it's gonna be like for me from now on. People are gonna look at me and say, 'Hey, there's the dyke. Let's get 'er.' I mean, here we are in the new millennium and we're maybe a little more civilized and all, but you know, back then..."I nodded and squeezed her hand."Yeah," I replied.Gayle shrugged and took another swipe at her nose with the napkin, saying,.