In this case 'Hurt & Heeled'. Just as shefinished telling me about the store name a man came over and hugged mymom."Well hello Vanessa! It's so nice t... see you here!" the older gentlemansaid."Mr. Hurt! Its nice to see you too!" my mom said."Call me Jacob. And who do we have here?" Jacob asked looking at me."This is my lovely daughter, Charlie," my mom said."Well, hello Charlie. Your mom is right, you are very lovely. If I wasyounger.... and not super into men, I would ask for your number. Your. Night....mom. haha." "Go to hell, son!" I said somewhat angry and confused.I sat on the sofa for a few more moments then went to my mom's room toget outta these clothes. I took off the dress and pantyhose. I lookeddown at myself and wanted to get one more look before I took it all off.For some reason, I put the heels back on and walked over to the mirror. Istill could not believe that girl was me that was looking back.I had dreams before of myself lying on a bed and out of the bathroomwould. I agreed reluctantly and told I him I would start the five hour drive early the next morning. But I couldn’t stand to be in the apartment alone another night, so I packed quickly and jumped in the car. I figured I’d drive for while, get drunk, spend the night in a hotel, and go see Ramesh and Nita the next morning. Four hours later I spotted a seedy bar on the side of the road. There was nothing but brush and fences in the vicinity. This was farm country. I stopped and I went in. The bartender. In fact, based on the previous four times she'd been pulled over for speeding, she wouldn't get either. At worse, she'd show a little skin, flash some tit and leave a satisfied patrolman with a story to tell and an autograph.But this morning Angela had an anger at the whole world and instead pressed her foot down on the accelerator, causing the high performance automobile to quickly close on its top speed of 165 mph."Eat shit and die!" Angela laughed as she image of the police cruiser in her.