Shane looked down at her client, eyes scanning back and forth against each side of her face. Hopefully this was her last customer for today, it was a busy day and all that she wanted was to be out with her girls. Well, with Bette more-so than the others. She proceeded to take another 1/4 of an inch off the silky brown locks, letting them drop to the floor. She smiled a confident smile and spun the woman to face the mirror.

Wow it looks great, thank you! The older woman smiled, standing to brush the hair off her pants. Instead of it reaching the floor, it all blew straight from the pants onto Shane. She coughed and accepted the tip that the woman pushed towards her, shoving it into the front pocket of her jeans.

She escorted the woman to the door, following her out. She said nothing to her boss, she left when she wanted to. It was a miracle that she still returned to work each day, a miracle that she actually made money. Her old Toyota pickup stood out against the rows of Lexus and Mercedes. She climbed inside, sighing as she pulled her aviator sunglasses from the dash and shielded her eyes with them. She placed the key in the ignition, waiting a few moments before the car emitted a sickening roar and then died.

Oh *****, come on! She pounded on the wheel, once again reaching for the key. The engine sputtered and roared once more before smoke began to billow from beneath the front hood. God damnit. She muttered, flipping her favored cell phone from the depths of her jeans. Fingertips danced across the soft buttons, dialing the number that she wouldnt dare forget.

Bette Porter had just wandered back into her room after a long shower when she heard the familiar Cingular cell phone jingle falling from the kitchen. She tucked the towel around the top of her ample chest, dashing into the other room despite the fact that water was still dripping down her legs and her soaking hair. She grabbed the phone and held it to her ear, feeling the plastic against her damp ear.

Hello? She said, shaking her hair behind her shoulders.

Hey babe. Shane was on the other end, clearly frustrated. Listen my truck broke down and I know were supposed to head out tonight, but Ive got no way home. I was hoping youd be able to come get me.