She grimaced and glared at Laurie—the timing had been beyond cruel. Laurie could instantly tell that something was up. She was about to ask if ever...thing was okay but Natalie gave her a warning with her eyes. So she went for casual instead. ‘Hey, Adam. How’s it going?’ Adam tapped his fingers on the laptop wishing he could reopen it. He turned to the door and got up to help with the groceries. ‘Hey, Laurie. Things are okay. Can I help with those?’ ‘Sure. There are two more down in my car.. " Girls," I spoke up, "my husband's not a bad sort. It's not his fault I'm queer." What the fuck does that have to do with a goddam thing? It isn't what we are talking about. I don't care if he is fucking Jesus Christ himself. I don't care if he is better than Ghandi. You are killing him by not coming out, as well as killing yourself."Something about the way Stacey spoke upset me. Anger erupted, and I said, "Bitch!"Without a pause, she responded, "Hell, yeah! I'm a fucking bitch whoremonger.. A couple of friends, fellow lawyers at the firm, invited me out to a local night spot. Lady lawyers, they promised. Lotsa lady lawyers and doctors and CPAs, they said. I'd get lucky for sure, they opined.Well, they were sorta right. And therein lay the problem.I had been at this shindig for a half hour or so when I spotted a very tall woman across the room. Someone must have read my mind; Phil, my immediate supervisor, took me by the arm and led me over to her."Connie," he said, "Jeff. Jeff,. They actually looked like they were enjoying the impromptu concert."Naah, heard it somewhere." James stated, flicking her hair back with one hand after a powerful chord. There was really no way to explain that the person who wrote it hadn't written it yet."Told ya she was good." Elaine said, leading Julie over to the couch. Elaine leaned back as she sat down, while Julie tucked her bare feet under herself. Neither of the girls wore shoes, and seemed to be a bit underdressed."Yeah, but I thought.