So there she was, a 32 year old woman lonely and sad on the streets of Manhattan. A certain feeling of hatred towards all men began developing in her ...ead, they're all the same, theyjust want pussy. She walked the streets for hoursin sheer anger till she came across a bar. The bar seemed quite an average bar. She stepped inside and went to the bar tender "A shot of teacher's please" the Bar tender was a woman, a rather manly woman handed her her order.A shadowy figure approached her from the. "Uh, hi guys; so what's this tradition, exactly?" "Come upstairs, Clare, and we'll show you," TJ said as he grabbed my hand and led me up the stairs with the two other guys behind me. We entered a bedroom. I'd pretty much guessed the tradition by now, but I thought I would just come out and ask anyway. "So does this tradition involve me fucking all of you?" "Whoa, she catches on quickly!" one of them said sarcastically. "Are you comfortable with that, Clare?" TJ asked. "Sure that's okay; I. Instead she found a note on the kitchen table.Didn’t want to wake you.Got my own breakfast this morning.See, I’m not totally helpless.Off to my first day of work at the sporting goods store.See you this evening.Don’t fix dinner.I Have a surprise.DavidShe clutched the note to her breast thinking how lucky she was to have David to depend upon. He was everything she could want in a son. A slight smile crossed her lips and for the first time since Howard had sprung his traitorous news she felt that. Ipoured myself a cup of coffee, then called my boss and told himthat I was quitting and wouldn't be coming in again. He madethreats that he would make sure that I didn't get another job inthis city, but I just laughed and hung up. I already had anotherjob!The day went by surprisingly fast. I changed the bed linen, didall the laundry and by the time I had put all the clean clothesaway, it was time to start supper. I brushed out my long hair andtried to look my best for when Mary came home. She.