During my lunch hour I walked up the high street to the departmentstore on the corner and bought myself a lovely white blouse with somepretty embroide...y on the shoulders and cuff as well as a new lipstickin a more conservative burgundy than the tarty scarlets I wore athome. My final purchase was a new pair of barely black stockings thatwere not too sheer; after all, these were work clothes.Back at work we were mad busy for the next few hours but on mycoffee break Dave came into the staff room. "It's a surprise," she said.Their next stop was a gas station; Caroline went in to pay with thetwenties that Susie simply handed her, and she came back to the carwith cups of crappy gas station hot chocolate and small, unhealthysnacks. Between sips, she talked about the last time she worked on hercar and what her father had taught her about transmissions. Richardnoticed that it was kind of odd listening to a girl talk about cars,but it was probably less odd than a boy in a dress, and she was. I'd been going to one for a while right down the street from my house. The girls were fair and they would treat you nice with the table shower, a nice massage, and the happy ending. But I found myself wanting more. The jerk job at the end just wasn't enough to fullfill my cravings. That's as far as they would go, real profesionals these girls were.So I decided I'd look else where. It wasn't hard to dig them up, there's a website called adultsearch where they have legit sources for anyone who is. ..don't you Chrissy?" This is when Chuck stepped in..."Tiff, I don't think it's a good idea if...", which was when Tiffany forcefully made it clear. "Shut the fuck up Chuck...I want to hear it from HER". Now I'm at the point where truth-telling goes hand in hand with the blood-alcohol content level. But I cut off my alcohol supply, because I know when to say when. "No Tiffany, I don't hate you" and I promptly dismissed myself and crashed back on the couch. At this point the party is dying down.