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because they didn't try to convince me--all
three of them. It was the last straw that sent me to divorce court."
    Mae didn't know what to say.
    "So you see we all have our secrets,"
Jane said. "As for the designer diapers and the queen bee thing. You're
right but I doubt I saw more of my parents than you did yours--sleazy personal
injury lawyers make a lot of money but they work a lot of hours. And I like to
think I've grown a conscience since I tortured the less popular in high
school."
    "I'm sorry," Mae said. "I apologize
to both of you I was out of line."
    "No worries," Jane said.
    "I'm just glad you got it out," Lucy
said.
    "Let's get out of here," Jane said.
"We really need to kick up our heels."

 
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    "I guess everyone has their sacred cows,"
Lucy said when Jane turned up her nose at the Shitkicker's appetizers. What the
hell had she expected? Sushi?
    Jane looked a little green around the gills.
"Sacred cows?"
    " Okay, maybe that wasn't the best choice of
words." Lucy eyed the huge assortment of deep fried and sauced
food--including a basket of fatty ribs swimming in a brown sugar based barbecue
sauce. "But this isn't a salad bar kind of place."
    "Can I help it if I have a fear of getting
fat?"
    "Yes, you can. I've been meaning to tell you
you're starting to look a little pinched around the edges. That can happen when
the main staple in your diet is iceberg lettuce with lemon juice
dressing," Mae said.
    "Besides, what's the difference between this
and that ice cream you put away this afternoon?" Lucy asked.
    "That was a treat not a meal," Jane said.
"I shudder to think how much grease I could blot off this food with a
paper napkin."
    Lucy held up a fork. "Blot any grease off of
this perfectly horrifying food and I'll stab you."
    "Take your own advice and lighten up,"
Mae said. She took a handful of French fries dripping with melted cheese,
bacon, and chili, to emphasize her point.
    Jane winced and reached for a Buffalo wing.
"I'll have to do doubles at the gym this week."
    The girls were sitting at a table in the raised
dining area of The Shitkicker, decked out in their western finery waiting for
the evening's entertainment to start. Lucy had ordered one of every fattening,
greasy appetizer on the menu along with a pitcher of Spicearita's--signature
drink of the bar.
    The Shitkicker was known for having the best live
bands, the best drinks, and the best time in all of Metro Atlanta. And the
girls had ringside seats.
    "I thought bars like this died after the Urban Cowboy craze ended," Jane
said.
    "I'm having a Thelma and Louise flashback myself," Mae said. "Are you
sure we should be doing this?"
    "Of course we should be doing this," Lucy
said. "We're going to line dance when things get cranked. No soccer moms
here tonight."
    "That's for sure, I feel like a character in a
B movie western," Mae said.
    "Hey those B movie queens were pretty bad
ass," Jane said.
    "Brazen," Lucy said.
    "Bold," Mae said.
    "Bitchy in a good way," Jane said.
    Jane raised her glass for a toast. "To The B
Girls."
    Lucy thought about that for a second. "I think
I like it. To The B Girls."
    Mae raised her glass to join in the toast.
"Us?" Mae said. "The B Girls?"
    Lucy and Jane nodded.
    "Bold, Brazen, Bitchy, Brave and Bad
Ass--that's us," Jane said. "From this day forward."
    Mae clinked glasses with them. "To The B
Girls." She prayed Chip and the kids would never find out about this.
They'd know she'd slipped gear if they could see her wearing a Stetson and
cowboy boots.
    "You know," Lucy said, "I'm more of
a sagging C cup."
    "Hey, speak for yourself. I don't plan on
anything sagging for at least ten more years," Jane said.
    "At least as long as you have an underwire and
and a good plastic surgeon," Lucy said.
    "I don't think her boobs are big enough to
sag," Mae said. "Mine on the other hand are in danger of getting
tucked into my waistband if I don't put on my bra first."
    "Yow! Too much information," Jane said.
"And I'll have you know