" I'm not mad. I married a pretty guy with pierced ears and long hair that knew how to treat me right. You've turned into our redneck neighbor Mike. I...don't like the beer drinking, the cursing or the aggressiveness and you using the "n" word all the time." It's Mr. Donaldson constantly berating me and those idiots I work with. I can't show any weakness to those Neanderthals."She should have divorced me then but like the angel she is she tried. I dabbled with women's clothes and pranced around. It was starting to get late and I was quiet the worse for wear. I then noticed Tim at the bar and wondered how long he had been there? Had he seen me in full action? He came straight over and insisted in walking me home. I didnt object and got my coat. We went a differnt way to usual and he started asking questions about me and the other which i laughed off. We then came to a toilet and i said i needed to go and would he watch out. I went into the cubicle and when I came out I started to do my. Susan led the way to one of the booths at the back of the bar, the only one that wasn’t already taken. She slid daintily in on one side of the table and I collapsed onto the bench opposite her. Then I leant against the seat back, and waited for her to say her piece. Susan took some time composing herself. I assumed she was getting her probably often-rehearsed little speech right in her mind. ‘I’m sorry, Pete! It was a mistake, I shouldn’t have let it happen,’ she finally said. I do believe she. I can be a whore for Angique, or for anyone she points out to me; I can be a slut ... or a cook, a maid or a travel companion. I guess I can even play being a friend?"Pamela just stared, feeling shocked. She felt as if the girl drifted away from her, disappearing into a separate world — a world devoid of feelings, where she and her would be complete strangers. To her surprise it hurt. She took the girl's chin in her hand, making her look into her eyes."So what are you to me, Alicia?" she asked,.