I jacked the slide, slipped off the safety and put the gun to my temple again. My phone started ringing back in the living room.“Shit,” I muttered.... “Can’t a girl kill herself in peace?”I put the gun in the back of my waistband and slowly made my way to the phone and swiped it open.It was Jack. He said simply, “Johanna.”There was magic in his gravelly voice, it lifted my spirits immediately.“Jack! You called!”“I’m sorry, Johanna. I’m so sorry I haven’t returned your calls and texts, haven’t been. Everyone wanted to go shopping.Everyone except Sara, that is. She was still feeling bad from the night before, a mixture of reaction from whatever was used on her and just plain fear. I offered to stay home with her and baby sit while the others went to spend money. I know, I know; I was going to miss all that fun wandering around the stores for hours looking at clothes endlessly, all just to sit at home and be with Sara, one of the sweetest girls around. Ok, so it was a nasty job, but hey,. Coming out of the tunnel, I decided we should head toward the village. This took us past the bus terminal. Cruising by, I spotted a good looking black woman on the stroll. Then and thereI told John we were going to get laid. I had cruised hookers before with friends, but never saw one I wanted to get with.John looked kind of shocked, but told me he was in for whatever. I circled the block and came around to the woman I had seen. She was dressed in a mini-skirt, halter top, and fuck me pumps. I. I keep some people's phone numbers in my phone just so I know not to answer when they call.15. I think the freezer deserves a light as well.16. I disagree with Kay Jewellers. I would bet on any given Friday orSaturday night more kisses begin with Miller Light than Kay.17. I wish Google Maps had an "Avoid Ghetto" routing option.18. I have a hard time deciphering the fine line between boredom and hunger.19. How many times is it appropriate to say "What?" before you just nod and smile because you.