In a waiting room of a doctors office Dana sat waiting reading her newly purchased book.  She found it hard to concentrate as a little girl wearing a blonde curly wig stared shamelessly at her.  She wanted to tell the kid to get lost but feared getting slapped by the little girl’s mother who was also engrossed in her own reading.  Dana’s wig was way too small for her tiny head.  She feared a gust of wind or even a hard slap on the face would knock it right off.  The loud laugh from the girl’s mother brought her out of the ugly thought.  The mother looked up at Dana and the other three people in the waiting room, and excused herself for how loud she had gotten.  She lifted her book up and said she had just read a funny scene.  Dana in her excitement lifted her book as well and told the mother she had just bought it that day.  The mother asked while snorting in laughter if she had gotten to the scene between the soccer player and writer.  Dana shyly shook her and told the mother she had not gotten that far.  Wanting to know what the mother was reading about she went back to her book and read as fast as she could.

A masseuse entered the room to his waiting client.  Helena looked up and shook her head at the man and told him that she had requested a female masseuse.  The heiress went back to reading her book as the man exited the room.  The staff had kept her waiting for thirty minute.  The heiress vowed that as soon as her appointment was over, she will file a complaint to the management for this unacceptable treatment.  Her ire was soon forgotten as she again lost herself in the pages of her book.  It was a good thing she brought her copy of Jenny’s book with her or else this spa would be hating life.

It was at the same moment that the four individuals looked up from their books and yelled “FUCKING JENNY!!!!” as if they were all in the same room.

Bette had tried her best not kill Jodie during the weekly staff meeting.  They had neither seen nor spoken to each other since that night.  It was obvious to Bette that the professor was avoiding her; which was okay with her.  She feared seeing the professor would trigger Bette to charge in a sprint and then clothes-line her.  No, that would mean breaking a heel and ruining her newly purchased suit.  James’ voice on the intercom interrupted her violent thought.