“Finally!” Christine feels victorious.

“You happy now? I’m taking your advice and I’m going to start to leave my house. And I promise to go to places other then work, the grocery store and the beach. I will go to places where ***** women frequent and I will mingle with them. I might even exchange phone numbers with these women. And if luck has it I might even exchange bodily fluids with them.” Harper says this knowing it will gross out Christine.

“Oh gawd, stop! Just go out and have fun Harper. Do you want me to go with you? Let’s go to Milk tonight.” Christine sounds excited.

“I can take care of myself. I might be a little rusty, but it’s like riding a bike, I’m sure it will all come back to me.”

“Suit yourself. Just watch out because you are gonna be fresh meat to those girls.”

“Oh I know. Just keep in mind too that they are all fresh meat to me as well.” Harper’s grin is devilish.

There is a knock on her office door. “Hang on a sec.” She moves the phone from her ear. “Come in!”

The door opens enough for a rocker looking dude to pop his head in. “Your lunch appointment is here.”

“Oh *****! I didn’t realize it was so late. Ok, tell Jack I will be right down.”

Harper stands up and begins searching for her flip flops. “Hey, I gotta jet.”

“So I gathered. Well good luck tonight. You better call me in the morning and tell me all about it.” Christine says.

“But of course.” Harper says with a French accent.

“Bye.” Christine chuckles ending the call.

Harper grabs the navy blue blazer from the hook behind her door in an attempt to look a little more professional.

She inspects herself in the mirror running her fingers through her sun streaked light brown hair.

“Business Rock N Roll Beach Casual” She says to herself in the mirror, giving her style a name and laughing.

Her jeans are fading and riding low on her slender hips, held up by her belt and vintage KISS belt buckle. Her light blue t-shirt has seen better days, but the blazer hides most of the holes and wear.