We all had those extra long fingernails mostlypainted red or hot pink. Again, I thought that they all looked so sexywith those long fingernails, holdi...ng their cigarettes between theirfingers, then taking a deep puff, and exhaling with a thin wisp of smokeblowing between their painted lips! I had to join them and light up,since it definitely made them look hot, sexy, and slutty! And "Slut" WAS my middle name!By noontime, the heat was so oppressive, that we would go to lunch, thenwe would spend. For a Saturday business was slow from than until four there were only a dozen visitors which the girls shared. All the girls had several calls on the cell phones from friends or regulars who had seen the television reports and were checking on their welfare. Apparently most of the report had been included on a peak time national network that had been doing a piece on the growing incidence of food poisoning cases. Chantal had calls from almost all of her ‘friends’ and reassured them all that she. "You know," I said. "When I was trying on the dress."I thought I noticed just a hint of smile on her face, but if it was there, it was fleeting. "I was just curious," Jen said.Just curious. "And what in the world suggested to you that there was the remotest possibility of such a thing?"This time Jen smiled openly. "There are couples into it," she said. That was certainly true, but didn't seem sufficient explanation. "Well," she said, apparently taking up my silent hint that she continue, "I've. I did it because I was certain that if we ever met in real life, we’d end up in bed together. We’d make love, then Alex would hate me and probably leave me.”“I’ve made such a mess of this...” I broke down in tears.David moved round the table, pulled up a chair and sat next to me. He handed me a handkerchief from his pocket. “C’mon Hannah. Don’t cry, come here.” David put his arm around me and gave me a reassuring hug. I listened to Hannah’s explanation with a maze of mixed feelings. I was.