She stepped aside to let him out, shorter by a few inches even in heels, and Warren noticed the case for the first time. Terracotta. Boxy, with square...-off reinforced corner plates. Not her style. Like it belonged to some city lawyer instead of in the grasp of a sexy blonde hitchhiker. But he reached past the diamond-encrusted Movado on her dainty wrist to prise the suitcase from her death grip. She smelled all kinds of wonderful, sweet perfume masking the light tang of a body that had been. She slipped a 'Vogue' magazine from her bag and settled down to a quiet hour of reading."Hey babe," came a whisper from behind her shoulder.Startled, Joan snapped her head around to see Mason Rouge, one of her former students, standing a few feet away. "Hello, Mason," she said, her voice was flat and emotionless. She turned back to her magazine and noisily snapped through several pages.She felt a hand sliding from her shoulder to her forearm and Mason's breath on her ear. "I thought I'd find. That was when she promised herself that one day she would get Karen back.As years passed, the two girls matured. If you can believe it, they were friends through most of High School. In reality, Roxy still despised Karen, but was feigning friendship so that one day she could have the means to return Karen's favor. Her grudges lasted that long.Karen was still a virgin when the two girls entered college, though Roxy had slept with her fair share of men. She was the "Indian slut" on campus after. There is this Snickers commercial in which a woman accidently punches another woman while doing aerobics. They smooth things out when one gives the other a snickers. What if things were different.....Lisa's day was going terrible. She overslept, didn't have soap to shower, and she was late for work. She was screwing up at work, and just wanted to go to her aerobics class and call it a day. She was in the locker room getting dressed and wanted to have her customary candy bar before the work out..