Hewould happily leave that up to me. But I decided that was a futureproblem; I'll just stay mum on it for now.But with regard to my aforementioned pat...ological fantasy:Reflecting further on my current plight, I decided I was probably moreHester Prynne now than Miss Havisham.In either case I didn't particularly cherish the idea of my lifefollowing a similar plot line. I hoped that it would follow adifferent, though altogether far more fanciful, sequence.I began to wish, unhealthily I suppose,. I just kept walking. I really wanted to disappear. I began thinking this was one big mistake. Then, suddenly I walked passed a small hole in the wall. There was a small plaque that read 'VJ Records'. I went in.Once inside I felt immediately at home. I heard blues music coming out from behind the walls. I was in a trance and I did not want to leave."Can I help you?" A handsome black man asked at the front desk."No, I'm just looking." I answered dumbly."You ain't from around here, is you?" He. The burgers were huge and they gave you lots of fries. I just got a simple cheeseburger. Ben got a steakhouse burger that had bacon, mushrooms, onions and steak sauce on it. He managed to get steak sauce all over his face as well as mushrooms and sauce on his shirt. I couldn't eat all of mine, but Ben cleaned his plate and finished off my fries. We made nervous small talk throughout dinner. After we finished eating, we sat together and our nerves calmed and we just talked for quite a while.When. .I think you need alittle TLC. That's me - Tiffany Lynn Carter. This is my best friendMelissa. What are you two studs doing with the rest of your night?"That night, Melissa finally got the full pleasure of sex again. Tim'stiny endowment had been wiped from her memory as the man she was with wasquite hung and she was already on her third orgasm. In the next room, shecould hear Tiffany moaning and screaming. It sounded like they were in acompetition to see who could orgasm the most. Tiffany.