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eyes. What, you’re a lawyer so you can’t like a biker? Is that it?” Trudy asked.
    “Well, yeah. I have a reputation to uphold. I’m an officer of the cou...,” I began to explain but Trudy stopped me.
    “Oh, come on. And I’m a school teacher so I’m supposed to be chaste and virginal, right? Please! I’m downright normal around the school. The kindergarten teacher’s husband is her sex slave, one of the third grade teachers is a swinger and the vice-principle dresses up like a woman on the weekends and hangs out in gay bars. Because you’re a lawyer, you can’t have fun?” Trudy pressed. Was she joking or was that all true?
    “Well, he’s a client,” I argued but the idea of her vice-principle dressing up like a girl wouldn’t get out of my head. “He’s really a crossdresser? He told you that?” I wondered and only partly to change the subject.
    “Yeah, he confessed to me one night,” Trudy told me.
    “One night?” I pressed.
    “Yeah, we dated for a while,” Trudy told me. I felt my jaw fall open.
    “And he...you know?” I asked. Trudy rolled her eyes.
    “No! Yeah, of course he did. He’s cute as a woman and it gets him so excited,” Trudy told me and licked her teeth.
    “OK, T.M.I.,” I complained but part of me was still curious. Trudy changed the subject back to Jack, however. My little diversion hadn’t worked.
    “Enough about me. We’re talking about you. He’s a client? Please! You think your boss met his stripper wife at ice cream social? You’re just making shit up to avoid facing the fact you like him,” Trudy argued.
    “OK, so maybe you’re right. But he’s not my type. I’m not into that,” I said.
    “Into what?” Trudy asked.
    “You know, the whole biker thing. We almost got arrested. That’s not me,” I explained.
    “I think you’re laboring under the assumption that you have to act a certain way because that’s how you were raised or it’s what’s expected. You don’t, you know,” Trudy told me.
    “No, I...but...well,” I tried to explain but the words wouldn’t come out. Trudy giggled.
    “I was raised catholic. My mom and dad are still devout and while they love me, they’re not happy I’m not a good catholic girl. I don’t live to please them or anyone else. I’m not always as self-assured as I seem, but I made a decision a long time ago to not live to please other people. I’ve seen how miserable that can make a person. I live without fear of what other people think,” Trudy said and it sounded like she was speaking of someone specific but I didn’t pry. I was pretty sure that person wasn’t me but I could tell she thought I wasn’t as happy as I might be.
    “I’m not miserable. I like my life. Working for Vic isn’t my dream job but it’s OK. I like my condo and I love living in Vegas. I’m not unhappy,” I countered.
    “But are you happy? Not being unhappy isn’t the same. Don’t settle for OK. Don’t let some sense of normal hold you back. I promise you, there is no normal,” Trudy told me. That hit home. Was I happy? I wasn’t sure. I wasn’t depressed but maybe Trudy had a point.
    “So, say I’m not ridiculously happy. So what should I do about that?” I wondered.
    “Do what makes you happy. Did you really get up on the bar and dance in your undies?” Trudy asked. I rolled my eyes and blushed.
    “Yeah, I’m afraid I did,” I told her.
    “Did you like that?” she asked pointedly. I thought about it. It was scary and bit unnerving but if I was being honest, it was fun. It was thrilling actually.
    “Yeah,” was all I said.
    “So, do more stuff like that,” Trudy said. Was it that easy? Just do what made you feel good? As I considered it, the question sounded so stupid. Maybe it was that easy. But then I had to ask the question even though I already knew the answer. I guess I just needed to hear it.
    “What will people think?” I