He was holding a bluenovelty T-shirt with the word "Princess" written across the chest. "Great." Donna nodded, not knowing what else to do. "Come on."...Roberta said, slipping into Ronda by Mudd 5 1/2 polyesterlining one-inch platform boots. "Sorry." Donna said as she put down an animal print skirt set. "This is alittle much to handle. I never expected that you... that." "I understand." Roberta's cherry red lips smiled. "Let me pick up someChynna sandals at Payless and we'll head home." That. Our son was assaulted by our daughter's douchebag of a boyfriend. Thenshe put him in dress and makeup and you are worried about him callingher a cunt. She was a fucking cunt to him." Troy, do not call our daughter a cunt. She did wrong but you respecther." Alana do not put words in my mouth! I did not call Alana a cunt. I saidshe acted like one. If I was Lynn I know I would think she was a cuntand that is what I am saying."Also, don't talk about me disrespecting her. She has not been. Shouldn't I?" Not my home. Your home." Huh?" I tried not to look too stunned."I want to see where you live. I want to spend the night with you. I want to wake up with you." I don't know what to say, Jasmine. I'm speechless." Say OK. And please call me Jazz." Jazz. That's nice."She looked at me quizzically."OK." I added quickly.She smiled sweetly again, and moved over to lean against me, taking my hand in hers.I don't remember much of the drive to my place, what streets I must have taken or how. Our eyes truly met. You were so beautiful – the vision of a young woman in love and I thought whoever you have fallen for is a very lucky boy. We began to talk. The weather. School. One cup of tea led to another. I made you laugh – I can’t remember how – except that when I heard it I thought that any man worth his salt would devote his life to making you happy just so he could hear that laugh, see that smile, watch those eyes lighting up – just for him. We must have talked for a couple hours. I.