” He retorted about the time that all eyes in the club were on the three of us, and I noticed the astonished looks on my friends faces. “You can�...t do shit. And you can have her I don’t want her. Im done with the bitch.” He replied and before he could say another word he was on the floor with one punch from Joe, nose and mouth pouring blood. “Andre! Get this low life piece of shit out of here, and teach him some manners while your at it.” Joe told the big bouncer that I remembered from the door.. Past experience alerted me that this may be more than a dump and flush, so I grabbed yesterday's paper as I headed towards the stalls.After reading the small sports section, I noticed a magazine on the floor in the stall next to me. I leaned down and after a few tries I was successful in grabbing the magazine. It was a copy of Woman's Confidential, and I wondered just why THAT magazine would be in the men's shithouse. I looked at he cover, which showed a picture of a girl crying, in the lower. When he does he becomes even more puzzled than before. Surrounding him are evergreens, an entire forest of them, stretching for as far as he can see. Eventually he gets up and brushes the dirt from his clothing, which is remarkable clean and nothing like what he was wearing. A simple pair of blue jeans, a white shirt and a pair of boots is all that adorns his body. Where am I? He spins in a circle hoping to see something familiar, even vaguely, but nothing triggers a memory. Every direction. Yes.... it was better than I could have ever imagined. There!!!..You happy now, Vanessa. My ass is fucking killing me, he romanced theshit out of me, and he wants me again tonight ...probably all night." Maybe settle down. We're in a public restaurant, and I think you missedthe point, honey," said Tara, pushing him back in his chair, lookingaround at all the heads that turned. "I think she's talking abouteverything it took for a girl to go to prom, and then the aftermath ofyour election,.