. I mean ... you're a customer. I'm not sure I'm supposed to date the customers," she stammered."Does that mean if I wasn't a customer, you'd say yes?... he asked seriously.Julie was stuck for an answer. She looked at him and then down at her hands and said, "I guess so." Great!" he exclaimed. "I'll quit coming and you and I can go on a date, say next Saturday night?" he pleaded hopefully."No," she said quickly. "I mean, I work on Saturday. Sunday and Monday are my days off." Oh, okay." He. It’s OK, and the more I think about it, the more I think you’re handling it exactly the right way. If you haven’t already figured it out, Karen has no idea what we’re doing here, or what the Munchkins are doing. She probably thinks we’re force-feeding Vicki something, rather than just letting her explore, and letting her be herself. Kim, you need to understand that Karen is NOT the sharpest knife in the drawer. She was an asshole when she dumped me, and I’d never want her in my life again, but. ”“Have you been with a black woman before?” she pressed.I looked down at the words emblazoned on my t-shirt.“Black pussy,” I said, “It’s not just the name of a band.”Sheila leaned in against me.“Do you think I’m pretty?” she asked.“I wouldn’t have chased you for months if I thought you were ugly,” I replied.Sheila chuckled.“I thought you weren’t chasing me.”I toe-to-heel kicked off my tennis shoes.“Do you mind if I get comfortable?” I asked, pushing my shoes off to the side with my foot.“Not at. His eyes were shut and he stood for a moment motionless.He felt a stinging slap on his face and then another and he heard Sandy crying out, "Take those Goddamn clothes off. No, not all of the clothes. Leave your fucking shorts on. That's all I want to see."Elton said, "Yes. Yes. Do you mind if I fold them up? If I don't fold them up, they will loose their press?" Elton waited for an answer.Sandy just glared at him. Her mouth formed a hard tight thin line and she stared downward at him. She.