My work day was overloaded - like usual, I dropped my coffee and stained my shirt, ripped a stocking and the guy I've been trying to be semi-serious w...th is only interested in having a lay. Now, after being unable to decompress on my own, I'm sitting here on my couch with a bottle of Chardonnay and my largest - and favorite of late - wine glass while I try to write away my sorrows and frustrations. So, here goes: My life feels like a giant mess pile in a contractor trash bag that I keep. I was excited about what the treat might be, but I stepped into the walk-in closet, curious. Max left and went downstairs, while I started peering around at everything in the closet.“Well, I guess I’ll need underwear first,” I said to myself. There were some small drawers that I opened and found several pairs of thongs and panties. I grabbed some black lacy paints and stepped into them. I felt incredibly sexy as I pulled them up my legs. After I pulled them all the way up I felt my ass and. At least not before Jennifer had declared herself to be playing for the other team!“I’m not even sure how to process that,” Jessica said. “I know they dated, and obviously they have Jesse together, but she’s a lesbian!”“She wasn’t always,” Kara said. “Well, no, that’s not quite right. She didn’t understand her sexuality. Do you know who saved our husband when I broke up with him?”“I thought it was Cindi and Jackie who knocked some sense into him, and then Stephie who took care of him.”“Yes, but. One was empty. In the other sat the fortune teller. Have a seat and let me tell you about your future, she said in a voice that could only be fake. It took all the strength I had to keep from laughing. It was all so silly. I sat across from her. She stared at me for the longest time until it made me so uncomfortable I decided to leave. But right before I stood up, she reached out and grabbed my hand, which had been resting atop the table. Even though the air was hot, her hands were freezing. A.