She smiled at her reflection, debating on wearing her cowboy hat. She decided to let her long wavy locks hang free, then grabbed her keys and wallet. ...She headed to the local grocer and bought a fresh dutch apple pie, some ice cream, and cool whip. She was three minutes late when she knocked on Jerome's door.Jerome pulled open his door and looked her over not believing how sexy she looked in her outfit. "You look amazing," the iPad said as Jerome stared at her legs.Remembering his manners, he. "Jane," someone says behind me. I curse silently to myself, turning myself around to see my manager walking towards me. He was only in his late thirties, having been able to build his career and being able to catch the president of the company's attention at such a young age. He was an arrogant and cocky guy, who knows that he has authority over us and can fire us with a quick flick of his wrist. "Yes, Mr. Whyte? Can I help you?" I ask, politely even though inside my head I am imagining that I. .a woman.You could hear the door open...the buzzer as the clerk let the person through the inner door...the sound of the turnstile as the person passed through...then the click, click, click...of a woman's heels!Of course, I already knew what to expect but the sound caught the attention of the horde and almost everyone looked up, went to doorways, opened booth doors and tried to get a glimpse of whoever was wearing those shoes. I already knew what they were thinking : worst-case, it's a. Outside of the shower, I probably hadn't sung a dozen times since I left my home state. I would participate in the family Christmas caroling, of course, but I had no desire to be in public again.I did read a couple of my poems in a coffee house in Boston. They received high praise from the patrons but they did not achieve my primary purpose — to get horizontal with a member of the opposite sex for an extended period of time (to steal a line from one of life's greatest storytellers, Harry.