Defining
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Twilight characters. But you know what I do currently own? Debt. Yea, that's right! Now someone PLEASE take it away from me.
Rachel sits back watching with mixed emotions as another imprint storms out the house. She's not exactly sure what went on upstairs between Vanessa and Seth but it's obvious that she didn't what she wanted out of the conversation. Rachel is glad to see her brother and Leah's making a stand against their bratty, spoiled imprints. Both girls truly being the Queen B's of the imprint; Emily more like a Parliamentary figure that was elected by all the others based upon some poorly executed and defined democratic system implemented by the other imprints. As an imprint, Rachel is concerned about the growing distance between imprint and wolf. She and Paul have managed to remain close but that could also be because she's the only one due to drop a bun any day now. Rachel absently rubs her swollen stomach feeling the baby inside kick as if reassuring its mommy.
Rachel sighs heavily as she looks up at her son, Alex, whose unfazed by the sudden outburst. His attention focused on Claire's book and whatever pictures are in it. In fact, all of the children have gathered around Claire and very rarely leave her side unless it is time for them to go. It's interesting to see how Claire has grown up having an imprint since the age of two when compared to Renesmee who has had hers since birth. Both girls very adorable as babies and toddlers; Rachel wonders if their upbringing has had anything to do with it? Is it a nature v nurture concept brought to life? More than likely, Claire was told 'no' and disciplined as she grew up, if not by Quil then at least by her parents and Leah. Emily wasn't one for disciplining Claire as her fear of an angry wolf was always obvious in her eyes. Leah, however, didn't fear Quil, Sam, Jacob or any of the other wolves for that matter.
Rachel's thoughts go back further thinking back on when she first found out about the imprint. She didn't want to imprint on someone who was her brother's age but after listening to her father, the Elders, Sam and Paul she eventually gave in. Rachel recalls that she became the next Martha Stewart of La Push, being second only to Emily, and did everything for Paul. They catered to one another, didn't argue, walked with their hands in each other's back pockets and came up with disgustingly sweet pet names for one another. Paul could do no wrong in her eyes and he viewed her as the perfect woman. However, all of that changed one day when Leah came over.
Leah had stumbled into the Blacks' living room looking like she was on her last dying leg. She was drenched in sweat, her skin was pale and her eyes had lost every last little bit of spark. The sight freaked Rachel out to the point that she was in a panic and wasn't sure who to call first, 911 or Jacob? Paul had just left to run his patrol and Rachel suddenly felt so lost, scared and inadequate. She felt alone.
"Lee, oh my God, what's the matter?" Rachel asks trying to fight back a bout of tears.
"I, I'm sick." Leah rasped out from her face down position on the couch. Rachel had to strain to hear Leah's words. Her friend was sick and dying. Jacob's beta was sick and dying. A wolf was sick and dying. Her panic began to grow as her thoughts ran at light speed trying to understand what could've happened. Was this contagious? Could the wolves catch it? Would Paul get sick? What would happen if Paul got sick and died? What would become of her?
"Oh God." Rachel moaned.
"I'm – I'm sick and tired of watching you and Paul be all lovey-dovey!' Leah exclaimed suddenly sitting up and glaring at Rachel. "It makes me sick to my stomach watching you two interact. No wonder I can't get rid of Jake." Leah continues on ignoring Rachel's confused and shocked expression. "He slept in my room last night, thanks to you two." Leah continues poking Rachel for good measure or maybe to ensure that the woman hadn't slipped into a catatonic state.
"JESUS CHRIST, LEAH! YOU SCARED THE SHIT OUT OF ME!" Rachel yells standing up and glaring down at the woman who used to be her best friend.
"Really?" Leah asks raising an eyebrow. "I wasn't aware your shit smelled like Lever 2000 and Japanese Blossom lotion." Leah states with a smirk and Rachel flops down on the couch next to her. "I really need you to tell me your secret and I'll force the boys to follow it to the letter." Leah continues on.
"Lee," Rachel sighs with a slight whine.
"I'm serious though. I mean this isn't you, Rach." Leah says all humor gone. Rachel turns her head and looks at Leah out of the corner of her eye.
"What are you talking about, Clearwater?"
"Well, Black, I'm referring to this disgusting relationship you have with Paul." Leah states watching Rachel out of the corner of her eye. Rachel frowns deeply, feeling anger well up inside of her. Emily had mentioned Leah's dislike of imprinting because of what it did to her and Sam. "This has nothing to do with me, Sam and Emily." Leah says holding up her hand to prevent Rachel from saying something they'd both regret. "This is about you."
"Go on." Rachel says with a frown. Rachel knows that Leah can be a bit bitchy but if anything she's always honest. Leah is the last person to lie to you. Rachel learned years ago to be careful about what truth you want out of Leah Clearwater. If your ass looks fat in a pair of jeans, Leah will say, 'How the hell did you tuck her ass into those?'
"First, what ran through your mind when you thought I was getting ready to die on your couch?" Leah asks. Rachel opens her mouth for a second ready with her answer but stops. Leah's death really wasn't her main concern. It was Paul. She was worried about him getting sick and dying. "Paul, right?" Leah states with a frown. "Didn't even worry that I could've died and then defecated all over this 30-something year old couch. Some 'best' friend you are." Leah says sadly while shaking her head and clicking her tongue.
"Lee," Rachel begins ready to apologize but Leah continues on.
"Remember, Theo?" Leah asks and Rachel slowly nods her head. Theo, Theodore Waters, was Rachel's high school sweetheart. They were voted Prom King and Queen her senior year. After college they just grew apart and last she heard he was still studying TV/Journalism. "You liked him, right?"
"Yea." Rachel says cautiously turning to look directly at Leah.
"Why?" Leah asks.
"Well he was cute, funny, had goals, dreams, aspirations and…," Rachel answers and her eyes widen. She once had goals, dreams and aspirations too. Leah watches Rachel closely as she's hit by a little epiphany.
"You two fought too, right?" Leah asks and Rachel nods her head. "Why?"
"There were…just some things we didn't see eye-to-eye on." Rachel answers truthfully, unable to see where this is leading.
"You argued with Chance, didn't you?" Leah asks of another of Rachel's boyfriends. Rachel nods her head in agreement and Leah begins to cite every guy's name she dated from junior high to college. Rachel's impressed that Leah remembers so much of her past and still confused by the questioning. "You learned about them from arguing, didn't you?" Leah asks.
"Yea, yea I did." Rachel agrees nodding her head. The two women have since switched their seating positions. Both sitting facing one another, at opposite ends of the couch and feet intertwined. It's like they were in high school again sharing gossip minus the tub of chocolate chip ice cream to fight over.
"What have you learned about Paul?" Rachel freezes at the question. It's a very simple question and yet the answer escapes her.
"Jake's pro-choice, if you can believe that. Even though he thought Bella should've aborted the spawn." Leah states calmly. "Seth, Seth, get this is a homophobe. Weird when you think about his man-crush on Jacob and Edward." Leah continues as her face scrunches up in disbelief. "We all got into an argument about their views…separately, of course."
"Lee," Rachel calls quickly silencing Leah before she can get into Embry and Quil. "I don't know." Rachel finally answers. It's true, she knows nothing of Paul's dreams, hopes or his aspirations, if he has any. She knows nothing about his stance on politics or current events. She used to love discussing and arguing current events. Rachel Black was a political-science major before coming back to La Push for the summer break. How could she not know any of this about the man she loves? What was going on in the world?
Who the hell is President?
"How, how did this happen?" Rachel breathes out.
"You know how." Leah states before stuffing some chips in her mouth.
When the hell did she get those?
"Give some." Rachel demands putting her hand out. With a roll of her eyes Leah hands her bag over. "So imprinting has turned me into a mindless twat?" Rachel asks tossing the bag back before popping a chip in her mouth.
"Well, with all relationships it's a two-way street. So it isn't just one person's fault." Leah answers back.
"What's that supposed to mean? I mean you're saying it's the imprinting that's made me an idiot that doesn't even know who the President is."
"It means that it takes two to tango. If you don't like the way things are going, than change it. Bush is still President by the way."
"Really, Bush? Still? Damnit." Rachel grumbles as Leah chuckles.
"You've only been imprinted for a year, loser." Leah teases throwing the chip bag back at Rachel.
"Apparently, that's how blind I am." Rachel whines. "So, what? You telling me to break the imprint with Paul?" Rachel asks feeling a tinge of pain at the thought. Throwing her head back against the armrest she stares at the ceiling.
Why is there mustard on the ceiling? Is that even mustard?
"Nope," Leah says popping the 'p'. "Far from it, in fact, I just want you to wake up." Leah says adding a rough nudge with her foot to emphasize her point. "Don't become that couple we used to make fun of when we were younger." Rachel sits up and looks at Leah. Rachel watches as Leah's nose crinkles in disgust. "You know the ones that dress alike, that look at Home & Garden together, do every fucking thing together. Don't forget you're an individual and so is Paul." Rachel's eyes widen at Leah's words. "Fight, argue, know it's alright to have different views of the world. A fight between couples isn't the end of the world or means that you aren't meant for one another – it means you have yet to find a common ground."
"Wow." Rachel breathes looking at Leah. She'd never heard her friend speak so confidently and wisely about relationships or anything for that matter. It's not that Leah hasn't always been smart; maybe it's just that this is their first really serious conversation ever.
"Just thought I'd pass it on." Leah says with a shrug as the front door opens and Jacob walks in. The two women greet Jake as he sits on Leah's lap without a second thought. Rachel watches in amusement as the two argue over their seating arrangement and seem to settle on Leah sitting in Jacob's lap, so that he'd have easy access to the chips was his excuse.
"And don't stop sexing him up." Leah throws out whilst in the middle of frowning at Jacob after he snatched a chip from her hand. Rachel falls out laughing at the disgusted and hurt look on Jacob's face as it dawns on him who they are talking about.
"She only says that because she'd miss me too much if we stopped sleeping together." Jacob says shocking Rachel and embarrassing Leah.
Rachel chuckles at the memory because from there Jacob and Leah both argued and wrestled in the middle of the living room. Every little sexual innuendo Jacob made seeming to only embarrass and anger Leah more and more. Of course, matters only got more awkward for Leah when Billy and Sam walked in to find Jacob pinning Leah down to the floor, hand frozen in mid-air as he was getting ready to spank her.
"What's got you so tickled?" Jacob asks sitting down on the armrest next to his sister. He's been watching his sister for the last five minutes curious about why she was in such a good mood while all the others were in a foul mood. His curiosity finally got the better of him as Rachel was now close to tears.
"Just thinking back on the day you got caught molesting Leah." Rachel says and finally breaks out in peals of laughter.
"I wasn't molesting her." Jacob growls out feeling his face heat up as all eyes are now looking at him and his crazy sister. "I didn't." Jacob says shaking his head looking at a confused and surprised Eli.
"Oh well, if you had to grope someone, I suppose your best friend would be your safest bet." Rachel says pulling herself up and wiping away her tears. Rachel quickly sobers up seeing the hurt and longing look in her brother's eyes at the mention of his and Leah's closeness. "Can I talk to you for a sec?" Rachel asks as it dawns upon her that this is the first time in months that Jacob has spoken casually to someone outside of Claire. Jacob nods his head slowly as his sister wraps her arm around one of his.
Rachel's been told not to talk about Leah around Jacob; surprisingly by Paul of all people. Her name, still after 2-months of him finding out of her absence, is a sensitive subject. The two sit down at the picnic table in the backyard and look closely at one another. They've known each other all of Jacob's life and yet, it feels as if they are seeing each other for the first time in a very long time. Jacob can't seem to get over the fact that his sister is pregnant. He remembers, vaguely, when she was pregnant with now 4-yr old Alex. Paul wasn't too keen on having too much of the pack around Rachel at the time and Leah was the only wolf allowed near his sister. Of course, Leah made him tag along whenever she went to go see Rachel.
Leah was happy for Rachel but he recalls the sadness that was riding along behind that happiness. He held her then, closely, wanting to take away her pain and shame. He recalls never wanting to let her go at that point…and now, just like his last recollection of a moment in time with Leah, he feels as if that was a significant moment. This just like the night they shared after the dream where everything seemed to be in balance and right with the world. Jacob's brow furrows as he begins to wonder exactly how many of those moments did he let slip away without realizing it. Did Leah feel anything in those moments?
Rachel watches as Jacob slips into his own thoughts. It's funny to her to see him, again, as it looks as if he's grown some more. It's not that his body has aged or anything but she can see it in his eyes and in his body movements. She's never seen her brother look so tired and stressed out as he does now. His shoulders slumped as if there's a huge weight on them. She doesn't recall when was the last time she heard him laugh or saw him smile. It pains her to know that the one person who can fix all of this is hundreds of miles away, completely oblivious to the chaos and pain that is going on. Rachel frowns as she begins thinking about Leah, living it up somewhere in Canada with twins – twins. They always talked about dating twins as teens and she had a set all to herself. The anger is short lived as her focus shifts back to her brother.
"So what's your problem with Leah being gone?" Rachel blurts. Jacob looks up at his sister, a deep frown on his face and his brows furrowed.
"I miss her." He simply answers. That answer irks her.
"Bullshit." Rachel snaps and ignores the angry growl rumbling from the huge man next to her. "You've gotta do better than that."
"What?" Jacob hisses as his fists clench tightly. His eyes narrow at Rachel in frustration as she glares right back at him, challenging him.
"Bull. Shit." Rachel repeats slowly letting the word hang in between them. "You didn't even notice she was gone until Sue told you." Jacob growls out and directs his focus on the land before him. "Sue's right, you didn't care about Leah but now that she's gone – what is it?"
"I chose to ignore her absence." Jacob admits through clenched teeth.
"What?" Now it's Rachel's turn to be confused.
"I felt it; I felt her not being here. I convinced myself that it was the imprint. That something was going on or with Renesmee." Jacob admits. He's not sure which sounds worse, not realizing Leah was gone until it was called to his attention or the fact that he simply ignored it. He ignored Leah. A growl resonates deep within Jacob that he knows wasn't of his own doing.
"Did, did anyone else?" Rachel asks with a deep frown. Rachel recalls Paul feeling slightly off for the first week that Leah was gone too. Rachel couldn't breathe without Paul knowing and watching her closely. It was like he was afraid she'd up and leave him – again. Hormones makes a woman do crazy things like kidnap her best friend with a XL meat lovers pizza and make her drive them to Seattle and sleep in a hotel for the weekend. Thinking back on it, Rachel seems certain that at some point during her and Leah's get-away that she 'molested' her best friend too. Whether it was during a crying fit where she clung to Leah desperately wishing for Paul to show up or when in the midst of a dream, Leah suddenly yelped waking Rachel; only to see Leah hissing and cursing under breath about 'stupid Blacks and their damn hands'.
"I don't know." Jacob admits with a sigh. He really hasn't cared what anyone else has been thinking or feeling lately. He was already beating himself up enough without having to add the others' pain on top of it.
"Don't know or don't care?" Rachel asks coming back out of her thoughts.
"Care, I didn't care." Jacob agrees with a nod.
"Maybe you should." Rachel huffs drawing Jacob's attention back on her. "Care about what the others are feeling, thinking and going through." Rachel looks down at her fingers as she begins to fiddle with them. "Leah cared and she kept all of us connected…somehow."
Jacob sighs deeply, his nod of agreement unseen by his sister as her focus remains on her fingers. As strange and weird as it sounds, it's true. Leah Clearwater, the girl who hated being a wolf more than anyone, somehow formed a close bond with each of the wolves and through her they've all remained in contact. The pack wasn't without its clicks; Collin and Brady were inseparable. Michael, Eli and David were the Three Musketeers plus Ray, as the proverbial leader of the bunch. But, Leah was the messenger between them all. Everything both siblings know about the pack they've heard from Leah.
"You're probably right." Jacob concedes, leaning forward with his arms crossed and resting his chin on his forearms. He lets a ghost of a smile break his lips as Rachel rests her head on his shoulder, her arm reaching around and draping across his back.
"You realize that you've really fucked up this whole situation, right?" Rachel adds in a low whisper. Jacob tenses at her words but finds himself unable to be angry with her, as much as he'd like to be. A part of him wants to blame everyone and every single thing around him but deep inside, he knows it's true. He recalls hearing something similar to that a week ago. He didn't listen to his spirit and he can't help but feel that it's too late.
"Yea, I know." Jacob agrees nodding his head. "Lee always told me she'd be here for me whenever I needed her." Both siblings share a shiver of anger but it passes just as quickly as it came. "She told me 'as long as you don't do something fucking stupid, I'll always be here'." Jacob states smiling as he hears Leah's voice inside his head. He remembers sitting on the riverbank with her when she said this; her hair blowing in the breeze, coy smile on her lips and her feet, carelessly, splashing water. "So…apparently, I did something really stupid." Rachel only nods her head.
The two remain silent each to their own thoughts. Rachel thinking about how much Leah helped changed her relationship with Paul. If it wasn't for Leah, she'd probably be no different than the rest of the imprints. They both agreed to redefine their relationship; maybe that's what sets them apart from all the others?
"You know Leah loved me, right?" Jacob throws out and Rachel immediately sits up caught off guard by the sudden bold and smug declaration. There is no surprised gasp or a stuttered out 'what'. Instead, Jacob receives a slap to the back of the head for his comment. "She did," He says as if in his own defense. "She let it slip one day after she joined my pack but before I imprinted." He continues sitting up. Rachel's eyes darken as her suspicion of her brother grows. "It was a thought of us holding one another. It was for a second and totally caught me off guard. I wasn't sure what I saw and she pushed it back down so quickly." Jacob says a weak smile on his lips; thinking of Leah hiding her feelings from him that wasn't anger, annoyance or indifference at the time. "It took me a couple of months to figure it out."
"So…then what?" Rachel asks curious where this is going.
"What else could I do? It's Leah; I played dumb."
"Wow that must've been a real stretch for you." Rachel says with sarcasm as she rolls her eyes. Jacob shrugs his shoulders. "You failed by the way." Jacob rolls his head back, looking up towards the sky and frowns. "You love her and have done a horrible job hiding it."
"I agree with that." Rachel jumps startled but Jacob remains perfectly still, he obviously aware of the approach of Quil and Embry. Placing a hand over her heart, Rachel watches as the two sit down across from them; Quil frowning at Jacob and Embry offering Rachel an apologetic smile.
"So you gonna finally admit you love your beta?" Quil asks placing an elbow on the table resting his cheek against his fist.
Jacob eyes them both, his gaze lingering on Embry the longest. Embry remains unfazed by his Alpha's long, hard look. Embry knows why he is under scrutiny by their Alpha; after Embry admitted having developed a crush on Leah before he imprinted, Jacob confronted him. The anger and jealousy was practically beating Embry down as the two stood, one glaring and the other simply looking. It was believed that Embry was good at keeping his thoughts to himself but in actuality no one ever really bothered to notice them. Embry was good at remaining faceless in a crowd but he couldn't hide from a determined Jacob Black. Embry had told Leah how he felt about her and she was flattered, if that was even the right word.
Jacob's frown deepens as he recalls the image of Leah's surprised and blushing face of the news. She had become quiet, shy and reserved and Embry took the opportunity to hug and kiss her; which she returned. Jacob's breathing begins to become shallower the more he thinks about Embry hugging Leah, his lips on hers and the jealousy passes as he's reminded that he imprinted. Embry was upset with the news but Leah had calmed him down and told him to pursue his imprint. Jacob can feel the wolf inside him smiling smugly at Leah's dismissive attitude of Embry's frustration at losing Leah before having a chance of 'having her'. It's the first time in a while he's been aware of the spirit inside of him.
"Yea, I love her. I played and rough housed with her just so I could be as close as possible to her." Jacob states as he closes his eyes, the anger melting away with the darkness. "I've taken every opportunity I had to hold her. After a while though, I just couldn't do it anymore. It wasn't right and it wasn't fair. There was Nessie and I wasn't supposed to feel that way about Leah. I'm not even sure if she felt the same way about me after a certain point."
Deep down he regrets never coming out and telling her how he felt. The human was afraid and tried to hide it by passing it off as nothing more than a special friendship. If Leah could lie to them both about her feelings, then why couldn't he? The idea of losing Leah seemed like some fleeting nightmare that at times seemed so real that his body reacted without his brain signaling the commands. When she started dating, every guy put him on edge because they each had something that threatened 'their' relationship.
"Fuck." Jacob hisses as he rubs the back of his neck. He can admit to himself that he's been a selfish ass. He's wanted to keep Leah, to himself and for himself all the while catering to Renesmee. For years, he hoped that he'd be nothing more than a brother to Renesmee. It's obvious now that he'd never be more to her than a…what? Brother, uncle, godfather? Those terms carry to much respect and clout with them that he's aware that she never had towards him.
"Got room for one more?" The small group looks up to see a frowning Seth before them. Quil and Embry both scoot down, making room for their brother, as Seth sits down with a sigh.
"Vanessa?" Rachel asks and Seth slowly nods his head. Looking around Jacob wonders, when was the last time the Renegades were together like this?
Four guys and a girl. Jacob looks over at Rachel and wishes she was Leah. Looking around at the others at the table, he can tell that they are all thinking and feeling the same way.
"So, you gonna tell us what you know?" Quil asks focusing his attention on Rachel. Since the rest of the pack has shown up, Rachel has felt a bit out of place. She maybe the Alpha's sister and the beta's best friend but she was still, technically, always a part of Sam's pack. She could tell that she was out of place with this group, not knowing all of their little quirks, jokes and peeves like Leah. So she is surprised when someone other than Jacob addresses her. Quil calmly repeats his question and Rachel feels all eyes boring into her forehead.
"Know about what?" Rachel asks trying to sound innocent. There's no doubt in anyone's mind who they are all referring to – Leah.
"So you do know something." Jacob says sounding both accusing and disappointed. Taking a deep sigh, Rachel nods her head and under her bangs notices each wolf sit up straight and tense ready to hear what she has to say. Sue and Billy both told her not to say anything. Leah's location was to remain a secret because it was best for her. Leah left because she felt as if there was nothing else left here for her. But if that was true, then why would they all be waiting patiently for her to speak? Closing her eyes, Rachel debates with herself on whether or not she should tell Leah's pack where she is or at least who she is with?
A/N: And there goes the latest update. Phew. I almost didn't get this up tonight since I've started getting back into Wii Fit. I'm an expert at Rhythm Boxing! W00t! *gets up and does Rocky training montage, throwing up hands* So, oh yea! Got another update up and out. Maybe there'll be another one before the week is over? I came up with an idea that I just can't wait to get into! *squeals excitedly*
So will Rachel spill the beans? Are the Renegades getting back together to head off to Canada and find their missing Lee? What the hell ever happened to the other vamps? I bet Bella's pissed. Pfft, like I care that she's mad. SUCK IT, BELLA! Oh...wait, that's how you wound up with the spawn THAT RUINED JACOB'S LIFE!
So…oh, in case you're wondering…Jacob is wiping the floor with John, 7 votes over the Mighty Mountain Alpha.
4 of you would prefer to take Leah out of the equation and enjoy yourselves a nice Jacob/you/John smexwich. Which I gotta admit does sound very nice. I mean you'll never be cold and every time you rolled over…BAM! SEXY ABS to your left. SEXY ABS to your right. Who would get tired of that? Mmmm…*sighs* and the cool side of the pillow RUINS that effect.
But 3 of you are staying on the fence, patiently waiting to see how everything progresses. Why? Because you ladies just love the eye candy. Don't' be ashamed, admit it.
There are 2 of you biding your time, waiting for your moment to STRIKE! And pounce upon whatever male Leah walks away from before he can hit the ground. Where you will then hold, stroke, grope and coo to him convincing him that you are all that he'll ever need…but not in a controlling imprint sort of way. Because you're not bitches like that. No sir-e.
Finally, there are 2 of you who just say screw the Awesome Alpha fight. I've got my eyes set on a wolf without the top dog ego but can dominate me any time he wants. So while the others are cheering, screaming and insulting the rival competitor. You two ladies are already working your magic on who you're going to the post-fight after party with. Of course, no one has planned an after party but where ever there's you and hot wolf there's bound to be some movin' and grindin' – uh, you mean moving and grooving. OH! They like the sound of your first Freudian slip. Check and mate!
ROFLMAO. So, basically, that's what my day has been spent doing. Coming up with cheesy innuendos and comments for random shit that a co-worker Google'd. And yes, someone actually walked up to me and said 'Check and Mate' to some dumbass comment I had made – it had me tickled. I didn't understand it but vowed to use it sometime today. And I used it twice…no, the first time was not during chess. Although I'm decent at the game; no Bobby Fischer or anything.
But thanks for reading everyone and please, please, PLEASE leave me a review. I haven't hit 48 again since chapter 9 but I'm definitely getting more reviews/hits SINCE chapter 9. I'm shooting for 400 reviews people. C'mon, PIMP MY STORY! Don't make me break out the thigh high boots…ugh, and I just admitted to having a pair. Oh, well it's just one of those things that every lady should have in her closet along with a smoking, hot black dress, pair of stilettos (even if you're afraid of heights and know that your life will pass before your eyes the moment you take your first step), black lace panty and bra set, good pair of running shoes, a business suit for that interview and a bat called 'kindness' for when you really need 'to kill someone with kindness'.