Home was the last place I ever wanted to go, but I knew I had no choice. It had been ten years since I was home, but I would always be Annie and I wou...d always try to please my parents. Even after everything that had happened and the person I had become, I was still the skinny, yellow-haired, pigtailed girl from Culleoka, Tennessee. I made up my mind to drive home. I didnt want to get there any faster than necessary. One thing was certain, there was no way I was going to drive the Porsche or. This is the first part of a diary entry about a time she let two white guys fuck her because she liked one of them and hoped he would start liking her back. *****************************************16 April 20XXThe whole Gerard episode is especially harsh. I fancied him when I first met him. Then he started flirting with me one night after the club. I felt somehow attractive and it’s a nice feeling to have when you don’t get much attention from men. It made me feel special. It shouldn’t have,. We told her that we'd meet in Carol's apartment. We didn't get into the larger bed, dining facilities, hot tub, or feline supervision.When the door opened for Iris, my first sense was that of color: cornsilk-yellow hair against white blouse and bright red dress. The dress looked, at first, like the jumpers that she usually wore, but with a much shorter skirt.She wore glasses, but with large, red rims, and lenses that made her brilliant blue eyes even more immense. As she walked in, gave a wide. When the waiter came back to serve our soup I inquired “Why the spoon?”“Well” he explained “the restaurant’s owner hired a consulting company to revamp all of our processes. After several months of analysis, they concluded that the spoon was the most frequently dropped utensil. It represents a drop frequency of approximately 3 spoons per table per hour.“If our personnel are better prepared, we can reduce the number of trips back to the kitchen and save 15 man-hours per shift.”As luck would have.