That's from her initials, but she spells it out like that but sometimesputs a capital Z in the middle, and she says the boy in her comes out ifanyone ...thinks of calling her 'Cozy' or 'Crazy'. And the K is going tostand for Kara, which means 'beloved', which she says she is; and the 'Z'might mean Ziv, which it is and means 'radiant'; or Zoe, which is 'life'(but not with dots or an accent thing) and what her grandfather's namemeant; or Zara, that's from 'Bloom'; she hasn't decided.And she has real. A few times, when Jane and I were out to dinner, or at the club, and we ran into another BiGirl, she'd stare at my chest and grin at me, and I'd smile wanly back. Again, I assumed it was from all the intimate fluids I was happily lapping up each week, but I wasn't going to give up being an honorary BiGirl just because my anatomy was accommodating to my diet. Oddly enough, without my even hinting blackmail or bribery, husbands began to call me in to review their insurance coverage, and then to. It wasn’t unexpected, but Jahn hadn’t liked the guy since the beginning; he came off a cocky bastard who had none of the physique to back up the unspoken threats of violence that he always seemed to carry with him. Bartels had that unpleasant demeanor of someone who would happily pick a fight and make a miserable ear-biting mess of it. The kind of scrappy little prick who might lose the fight, but would guarantee you regretted ever being in it. The man had a problem, though in perspective Jahn. ‘Are you okay, Wally?’ she asked. ‘I’m fine,’ he said tightly. ‘Because you always seem so nervous around me,’ she added. ‘Why is that? Do I make you nervous?’ He clenched the edges of his toolbag so tightly his knuckles turned white. ‘I’m not nervous,’ he said. He could sense her moving closer, could feel the warmth of her on his skin even through his clothing. Her hand rested lightly on his shoulder. ‘You know,’ she said, ‘I’ve never had a boyfriend.’ ‘What?’ he asked, half turning, caught.