Lastly, I put on the lipstick, hoping that it made my lips look inviting.When I walked down the hall I wished I had more, more to wear. I should have ...hoes, a little necklace, eyeliner, a wig or longer hair, my nails should be done and I should have ear rings. As I neared the room my nervousness increased, I realized that I wanted him to think I was pretty, I wanted him to admire me, to tell me I was beautiful. I was trembling a bit, I did my best to control it but I was as nervous as a. ”“What if it had been Jenny?” Jenny was his wife.Jazz thought for a few seconds, then answered, “Shit. Okay. I understand.”He was quiet for moment. I could almost see the gears grinding inside his head. “We will have to plan very carefully.”“We?”“Hey, man. You know you can't do it alone. You haven't the skills you need to do it and get away with it. I do.”“Yes, Jazz. I do know it. I just wanted to be sure you would be into it.”“Hey, I haven't killed anybody since Desert Storm and I. Don’t be embarrassed. We will keep everything you say in confidence.”Ginger was embarrassed. She also knew she had a dozen ways to tell the story with and without certain details. She started slowly, still making decisions about how much to reveal.“Things started when a threesome moved in next door to us – a man and two women. They were more than just their triad, they were also in an open marriage and each had partners outside of the triad. They were fascinating in how they lived together, and. "All the girls at school are talking about the prom and whatthey are going to wear. I want to do what they are doing. I want to havemy hair and nails done. I want to wear a prom gown and spend the night ina motel room with my boyfriend. I want to do all those things but wecan't. Can you imagine what they would do if we showed up with me in agown looking so beautiful?"I stopped the car and held him in my arms and comforted him. He let losewith a stream of tears. I knew he was right about us.