Amanda just wanted to find a stinking dress for a wedding she didn't want to go to. She wanted to get back on her motorcycle and go home.

A dress was scary territory for a baby dyke that didn't scare easily.

Her life was constant. Her computer geek side was taken care of by working for the big 'I'. Her motorcycle, leather pants, boots with knives in them, and the steel sculptures adorning her large warehouse loft soothed her soul. Being part of a wedding only agitated her life.

Victoria, after a long day of being a high-powered lawyer, had only thought to treat herself...