You’re the kind of person that if I don’t follow through getting to know you, I’ll always regret it. My sexuality in constant bloom, you come to...my garden and really appreciate the hard work I’ve put into being a woman. So many boots have tread through, tearing up my heart and dragging mud through my house. For once, I would love to be kissed with passion when joined by my partner. I would love to hear the words ‘I want you to feel good.’ And what of these men who pass into the background noise. “We’ve got to go. We were sipping wine at down the block.” Dee said. “I know about that place. I see you bare the marks,” Mel said smiling. She looked down at Dee’s ace of spades with a chain around it. Dee embraced her hoe daughter. They kissed deeply. “I love you, mom,” Mel whispered. A tiny tear welled up to Dee’s eyes. * “I’m so proud of her,” Dee said in the car on the way back. “I would be,” Lisa said. “She has become what all white women should become. The sky is the limit for her.”. "Some of the others might be able to give you some advice about which sites to avoid but I know nothing about either place."Mira waved her hand dismissively."Our shoots are already set up," she said. "We are not spending much time in either place. Two days and a flight in Las Vegas and the same in Miami. We couldn't change our plans if we wanted to." Oh," Adam said. He wondered how things worked out in Los Angeles. He was certain the group had set its shoots up in advance there, too. It seemed. When they were finally ushered into the divided room, there was a curious sense of déjà vu, every movie he’d ever watched about visitors meeting with convicts by talking on a phone while separated by plate glass springing to mind. The room seemed to darken in his head, just like every one of those scenes, placing an unseen spotlight on the people talking to their incarcerated friends or family. Jesus, get a grip, he thought. This is the real life, not a fantasy. Jenny practically danced forward.