Steffi Lange sweep into her office with a grim look on her face, and her executive assistant, Shelly Engel, rolled her eyes and thought to herself, ‘Oh shit, it’s gonna be one of those days!” Pouring a fresh cup of coffee, she knocked on Steffi’s door and entered he boss’s office. “Here’s your coffee and the Journal,” she said, placing them on the desk in front of the blond executive.“Men are such pigs,” spat Steffi. “What happened?” asked Shelly, as she took a chair across from the large desk in front of her boss. “When I was walking from the train I think everyman on the street must have looked at my chest! It just makes me sick,” said an irate Steffi. Now Steffi Lange was a very good looking woman with mane of blond hair and long slim legs, she is just naturally going to command attention from the opposite sex. What really makes them sit up and take notice, however, is her more than ample chest. An easy 38D, she is every man’s wet dream. Her unusually large nipples seem to be constantly erect, and it seems that now matter how heavy a bra or blouse, they poke through the fabric and seem to say to the world, “Here I am, look at me!” And that, is exactly what happens. This morning for example, at least twice one man poked another in the ribs just to point out her obvious assets. In the winter at least she could cover up with a heavy coat, but in this heat, even a light jacket felt oppressive.

Frannie was in a state of euphoria. Last night Kenny “popped the question”. They were getting married! She couldn’t wait to tell Kim, her best friend since grade school. They had both wondered if Kenny would ever get the nerve to go through with it, and finally it happened. He had been so sweet, just like in the movies he fumbled with and engagement ring and stumbled with his question. It was all Frannie could do to keep from asking her for him. When he finally did get it straight Frannie threw her arms around his neck and practically screamed “Yes!”

Lisa Rivers couldn’t believe she was finally here - Castro Street! Being gay and from a small town in Kentucky, you could feel mighty lonely, but here in San Francisco, the mecca for gays and lesbians, being queer was almost a badge of honor. Just walking down the street and seeing men arm in arm, and women openly kissing, well it did her heart good. After only ten minutes, she knew that she felt at home.

“Mmmmm, this tastes pretty good,” Vanna said after taking a nibble on the pork roast she had just removed from the oven, “I hope Mike likes it, it’s one of her favorites!” Mike, that was just a shortened version for Michelle, but calling her that even by mistake sometimes cause her to fly off into a rage. Vanna was going about the business of preparing the rest of the evening meal when she heard the front door of the apartment opening. “Is that you, Mike,” she called form the kitchen, “I’m out here in the kitchen, supper will be ready in about ten minutes.” Clad in a flannel work shirt, blue jeans, and heavy work boots, Mike appeared in the kitchen door and growled, “Get me a beer, I’m fucking beat.” Vanna went to the fridge and pulled out a long neck bottle of Budweiser and handed it to her tough looking room mate while saying, “Rough day, huh?” “The fucking worst, that ass hole Parker had me hauling cement all day when he knew my hamstring was still sore,” she spat after taking a long swallow out of her bottle. “Well,” Vanna said brightly, “I’ve made one of your favorites, roast pork and apple sauce, maybe that will make you feel a little better.” “Maybe,” Mike said sullenly, “maybe.”

Gwen anxiously climbed the stairs to the apartment she shared with her room mate, Anna,who had promised her a big surprise when she got home from work. All day she had been wondering what it would be, and it had been driving her crazy. Fumbling with her key, she heard Anna yell from inside the apartment, “It’s open!” Gwen hurried inside, eager to find what Anna had in store for her. Her elation suddenly turned to jealousy when she saw the “surprise” Anna had waiting for her. Sitting on the couch next to Anna was a beautiful slim young blond who looked like she stepped right off the cover of Vogue. “What’s going on here?” asked Gwen. “This is Krista,” answered Anna, “she’s going to be staying with us for a while.” “No,” shouted Gwen, “I won’t have her in our house.” Anna stood up and gave Gwen a back handed slap across the face and spat, “You listen to me you little cunt, if I want to bring in some fresh meat I’ll do it, and if I tell you to eat, by god you will or your cute little ass will be one dark shade of red!” Giving her another shot to the face just for good measure, Anna snarled, “Am I making myself clear?” “Y-y-yes, Anna,” a now very contrite Gwen answered. “Good,” said Anna, “fix us all a drink, Gwen.” Without saying a word Gwen went to the bar and mixed highballs for all three of them.

Ingrid felt anything like going on a vacation, but she had bought her ticket over six months ago which was non refundable, and for a working girl like her, $2,650.00 was just too much to throw away, even if she did have a broken heart. That lying skunk, Chris, how could he have done this to her! She always had a feeling that he was a little bit on the shifty side, but when she found out that he was seeing two other girls on the side, well that was just too much. They had been planning this cruise for over a year when just by pure chance she saw Chris and a buxom blond coming out of a Midtown hotel at two in the afternoon. Later that evening when she confronted him with her allegation, instead of denying it he laughed right in her face and practically bragged at how for all these months he had been playing her for a sucker. With her head spinning and the nausea rising in her throat, she managed to open the door and ordered him out of her apartment as well as the rest of her life.