I recognized the shot. I'd let an ex snap it a fewyears back, and as far as I knew I had the only copy. Our breakup hadbeen mutual, and I'd watched hi... delete his version. Besides, we stilltalked and were on good terms. There was no way he'd have released it onthe web, let alone somehow tricked me into getting it airbrushed on mycar.Under the photo was a form with flowery descriptions of my features,written out like terrible erotica. It described things like "amazinglyample yet perky bosom,". Antha I’d really like to see that” she said giggling. Then she told the room that “Sam is my boyfriend and Samantha is my girlfriend”. There was laughter all around and suddenly Martina had her tongue in my mouth again and was teasing me. “Ohh” said Mrs Flowers “I can’t wait to see my nephew Ronnie dressed like that kissing his brother”. Then Stephanie’s Mommy told him he shouldn’t leave Robyn on his own and they started kissing passionately. Then all the ladies started kissing each other. I. Just promise me you won'tbe doing any Lap Dancing, at least not tonight."She kissed him, "I promise Daddy, no lap dances." And she crossed herheart.He got into his staff car and left, "Come on girl, we gotta get outathese uniforms, I wanna Dance my ass off." And did little bump andgrind.Giggling she said, "That Marine MP is totally checking you out." No way, she's more interested in you jail bait." I informed her.Mona walked over the Female Marine, "My friend over there wants to knowif you. I used to cut most classes and hang out in that oh-so intellectual café like all my fellow hipsters and read my share of Sartre, Nietzsche, Milton and Salinger, you name them. And no, my confession will not be based on my hedonistic lifestyle as the disreputable slacker I was, wearing fake glasses to fit the stereotype. Back to said café: of course there were always the few odd ones out among the guests. Someone has to comply with the quota, don't they? One of these very people – she would have.