It doesn’t matter. I flushed all my meds down the toilet. Mom’s dead. Dad doesn’t care. Boyfriend dumped me. Even the fucking goldfish croaked o... me last week. I could flip a coin, but chance seems just a bit too cold for a decision like this. My horoscope says that this month I need to prepare myself for some tough decisions. ‘Seek advice from a trusted advisor.’ I don’t have a trusted advisor, so I’ll use the cards instead. Flip. Death. How appropo. Doesn’t necessarily mean I’m going to die.. Jefferson runs the best kitchen in town, bar none. I dare say that there are few restaurants in this city that can approach her cuisine."Charlotte blushed and stammered, "You're too kind, Mr. Richards." Jeff, please." And I'm Charlotte."We fell to with a will. After consuming the feast in question, we adjourned to the study for drinks, coffee and, perhaps, desert.Jeff and Shari accepted cognacs with thanks. Jeff smiled and patted his stomach ruefully. "I have," he said, "dined not wisely but. Monica has blonde hair. She is 5’1” tall and has a knockout figure. Like most attractive women these days who have had breast implants, Monica needed no help in that department. For a petite woman she has a 36C bust which is enhanced by her tiny little waist and proportioned hips. Her shapely little legs look perfect right down to her pretty little ankles and feet. Those little feet happen to be wearing 6” pumps tonight. I told Monica a lot of guys called them “Fuck Me Pumps” which made her. I [paused, hearing that all-too-familiar angry voice.“Get in here you little bitch. We have customers waiting!”@@@@@Let me introduce myself. My name is Jayne. I’m 25, tall, svelte, drop-dead gorgeous with a face like an angel. I used to be male – there I’ve said it – and grew up in Annaheim (next-door to Disneyland, such an irony). My asshole of a father deserted us when I was five and, as my mother was stark raving mad, my sister Katherine took over the job of raising me.It’s only a dim.