Never could shake it, along with Chianti, amaretto, cappuccino, and even espresso. I’m a card-carrying cliche Italian-American! At least I own it!�... Desiree then leaned in to add, “I’m also a round-heeled slut, but by now, Anibal and I have reached a kind of ... accord on that issue. His indiscretions and mine.”“So, it’s a lot like me and my many lovers, including Lizzie,” I winked at Desiree in front of Anibal to test the boundaries.“Something like that, at least in some ways. Life’s too short. He had two friends over to help, Reggie, a tall black man with a linebacker build, and Rafa, a stocky Mexican. Both men have shaved heads, which I love! I had been helping the guys carry out the tile they had torn up. Living in Arizona, it's hot in July! The guys were making fun of me, as they would put a small amount of scrap in the wheel barrow, and I would take it out back and dump it on the scrap pile. I was wearing short, shorts, and yes, a bit of my ass was peaking out. I also wore a. I just enjoy this outfit the most. What can I help youwith today, Miss Jaye?" Cerina and Dominique are downstairs getting breakfast, so I can'tquite reach them yet...could you look at the Monitor?"Heather turned to the Dimensional Monitor and noticed the highlightedstory. She gasped in surprise. "That DOES seem a little unsettling..."Monica activated the story, and it faded to black, then back to...herhouse! It showed her, as Jason, sitting at his computer, looking forhis favorite stories, when. “I’m fine,” she replied, then hesitated. “It’s crucial. Can you be home by six?”“Yeah, I can,” I said, giving in. “You sure you’re okay?”“Yeah,” she answered, “just please be here on time.”I promised I would. The rest of the day, I couldn’t concentrate at all. I finally gave up and packed up my stuff and left work. I got home about 5:30 and found Cindy in the kitchen, sitting at the table next to my father, hands interlocked on top of the table. She was crying. When she saw me, she looked.