That was where I saw my next victim; he was just sitting there with a book in his hand, pretending to read. I said pretending because not three second... earlier, he was staring at me. I pulled my favorite MAC lipstick from the pocket of my jeans and freshened up my lips. Picking up my things, I walked to him to take a closer look. Yeah, he’s game, I thought. Casually looking over his shoulder, I noticed what he was reading and decided that that would have to be my opening since he didn’t say. “All this” was a big vague, but it didn’t matter. She was right. A lot had been going on and if this had been a book there would have been half a dozen sub-plots. Those sub-plots were fraying a bit and the author ... or authors ... needed to have a little editing session. I know that makes all this sound less than romantic but let’s face it, this “romance” was both unplanned and unconventional. If it really was a book, it was being written on the fly, without a lot of thought to the continuity. ’ The only person she wanted to impress was Jennifer. Maybe it was female intuition, or a premonition, either way Kelly began to have a strong feeling that their relationship was close to an end. * * * * [Present day] After the phone call from Jennifer that day, 9 months after they got together, Kelly’s feelings were justified and, according to Jennifer, it was all Kelly’s fault! The strange thing was that it was all coincidental. Kelly had been walking around town with Ariel a few days. I couldn’t help them in that, even if I wanted to, because I didn’t have a clue, myself.Iris and Rose were sixteen year old heartbreakers in the making. They were beautiful and smart, with one foot firmly planted in their Chinese heritage and the other in popular teenage American culture. Being very smart young ladies, they were the perfect dutiful daughters to their traditional parents, but when they were off by themselves, they were an entirely different matter.I knew about their antics,.