“I’m not talking about the apartment or a job. I’m talking about a new way to look at life. I still get an ego boost when a powerful man flirts ...ith me. I still get an urge to go out and get drunk, to make every guy in the place want me – and then leave them wanting more when I leave. I don’t mean to be that way. I keep falling back on the same excuse: I’ve always been this way. I heard what you told Joe Pepper: People don’t change. I hope you’re wrong. I want to change. I want to be able to. On my break I pull it out and read it ‘wanna text me, cutie?’ I laugh. Then I get serious, is he for real? No, he’s just messing with me. It’ll be a set up to humiliate me. But, what if it isn’t? As I think about it, I wish I would have paid more attention to him. I don’t even remember what he looks like. The only thing I can recall is he had a nicely trimmed short beard, and nice dress pants and shirt on. It’s been a week. I can’t stand it, I text the number. ‘Who is this?’ ‘Who is this?’ He. I must confess I woke up the next morning a little confused. But it was super bowl Sunday. And I had plans. I decided to put it out of my head. But suddenly, she sent me a pic of her phenomenal titties. She called them "good luck boobs." I told her the next time she saw me we were fucking. She promised it so. At the time, I was in school getting my degree. I had no ride home from college that day. I called her. She agreed to come pick me up. She had no makeup on and still looked fantastic. He. Jessica sighed as she watched Natalie go- she'd envied the dark-hairedgirl's carefree, laid-back attitude since the day she'd met her, andeven after she started co-habiting with Paige, she missed the nightswhen she and Natalie would lay awake in their single beds gossipingabout nonsense. It was rare for Jessica to ever laugh herself to sleep,but Natalie had made her do that on many occasions, and whilst she lovedPaige and thought of her as her soulmate, there were times when shethought of.