Making Mandi

Amanda just wanted to find a stinking dress for a wedding she didn't want to attend. She wanted to get back on her motorcycle, go home, and get back to welding on the sculpture that had been tormenting her mind for months. A dress was scary territory for a baby dyke who 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 adorned her large warehouse loft usually, soothed her soul.
Being part of a wedding only agitated her life. Victoria, after a long day of being a high-powered lawyer, treated herself to a little shopping for a new blouse or two. Neither woman was looking for any kind of relationship or even friendship. But then, sometimes life has other plans.