It had been two-weeks since that night. Alice had stayed locked in the bathroom all night. She heard Dana scramble out of the bed and stumble over some obtuse apology as she shuffled around the room collecting her clothing while dressing as quickly as she could. Alice heard her mother, just chuckle and try to calm her treacherous ex (yeah, diffintly ex now) girlfriend. Dana embarrassed just gave a nervous chuckle as she hastily escapes the apartment into the night.

When she existed the bathroom finally in early rays of the morning. Lenore dashed in to relieve herself, while rambling on about how she thought it was Shane making a special visit to her. Alice tried to ignore her mother, but you cannot ignore Lenore-somehow she breaks through all of your defenses and you cannot help but be charmed by her; Al walked into the living room and something distinctive caught her eye. Turning her head towards her sexter chart. She saw it. The awful truth; her name large and boldly standing out, there was a line that lead to Danas name, and then there was that blue line that lead right from Dana right to her mother, Lenores name. Oh, what a horrific reminder. Life really was beginning to suck.

A wave of convulsion shook her to the core, Alice turned away from it and then she noticed it-the final nail in the coffin. Her laptop was open and her online (for the entire world to see, mind you) sexter chart was displayed and the more sickening sight of all. The same damn thing that sat up on the wall behind her, was being broadcast for the entire world to see, and it dawned on her-she just had been Lenore-ed again.

Her mother and Alice spent the morning coming to terms with what had happened. However, Alice refused to sleep in that room, that bed ever again, and her apartment became all too cramped and claustrophobic for her. So, she and Lenore took the next several days to search online reality brokers sites for a cozy, but not too cozy, brand new two-bedroom house. They had narrowed down the possibilities and then contacted the brokers and arranged for tours of the top 8 houses they could actually agree upon-since Lenore would now be living full time with her daughter. A week later they had found the perfect little house that gave them both the privacy and central locale they both craved. The move was actually quite easy and gave Alice an excuse to avoid seeing Dana. They had bought new furniture, they both would have their own private bathrooms and separate water heaters, so as not congest nor exhaust the hot water. The place was extremely expensive and a hoity-toity neighborhood. However, Alices promotion and Lenore growing and expanding (mainly B-movies, guest starring roles, an occasional TV commercial-all shot in LA, mind you, but she worked regularly-its just the pay was not ever great, it paid the rent/bills/and provide some small amount for petty cash) resume; allowed the both of them to make the essential payments, put food on the table, and allowed for some little extras. Money was tight.

Alice spent the next week becoming accustomed to a regular: Monday through Friday/9 am to 5 pm/40 hour work week as the new Lifestyle and Entertainment Editor at LA Magazine. She had been out of the loop with her friends for nearly two weeks now and it was time to get back in, as she missed her friends, and it was time she learned to be around Dana again as just friends.

It was Tuesday Night, Radar at The Planet, and Alice had ducked behind some shrubbery for a secluded and darkened spot where she lit up a joint, in order to relax her nerves. She had been half way through the joint when she saw the shadows stop on the lighted walkway, on the opposite side of the bush that concealed her presence.

She listened as the words became all too audible. *****, it was Gabby and her pack of ***** friends. However, something different was clear and present in the ensuing argument.

First, it was I was too good for her. Then, it was she was too good for me. You know if she ever gave me a third chance, I would not ***** it up-*****, Id tell the lot of you to Step-off because you are not my friends. Real friends do not tell you all kinds of *****, in order to keep you away from someone you are in-love with. Just because you believe Alice to be beneath you, does not give you the right to take away my happiness. Gabby spat out at her gaggle of friends, who just got annoyed, rolled their eyes, and proceeded to walk down the pathway towards Radar.

Stepping out into the light, behind Gabby, and making her presence known.

I have missed you, too, Gabby. And you were right about what you just said. And my friends have not been necessarily fair to you, either.

TBC..