His best friend was a girl."Joe? I'm sorry I didn't take you serious man. Whoa. Jennifer. I don'tknow what to do." Jennifer gave Pete a smile."We were...best friends when I was a boy right? Well, I can remember usnot being very popular. You want a hot girlfriend? 'Cause who betterthan my best friend?" Jennifer... Jen, this is gonna take some getting used to. I can't justgo jumping into bed with you. You used to be a dude for God sakes. Andnow you're this hot... girly girl in front of me. I don't. Standing next to her was a woman in a leather jacket who looked very butch, very manly. The toilet was in the opposite direction from where she stood. I picked up my bag and went to it. I didn’t need a pee, I just needed to think, but when I got there I went into a cubicle and sat, knickers around my ankles and pissed anyway. I think better on the seat. Resolved, I went back to the bar to find that she had moved and was now sitting on the stool next to mine. I sat without looking at her and. Clinking glasses they drank it together, John explaining the master and sub style of life that they held so dear, asking if Barney had to get home tonight or actually could he stay till the next day, to which our man said it was not a problem, if he could ring his landlady, who did his meals, and with Johns permission, using their telling bone, that he soon did telling her he was at a party and wouldn’t be home till probably Sunday after dinner. John now turned to Mandy, “you madam can go and. You were going more than twice that.”“I’m so sorry,” she replied.He looked at her car, a shiny red Corvette.“Nice car you have here,” he said. “I see you’re from Los Angeles. Faster speed limits there, I take it?”“A bit,” she said. “The city traffic just whizzes by. I’ve actually heard of people getting tickets for going the speed limit and going too slow for not keeping up with the pace of traffic.”The officer chuckled.“Well, that’s certainly not how we do things around here. We obey.