<b><i>Come to New York with us, Roxie!</i></b><br /><b><i>It&rsquo;ll be so much fun!</i></b><br /><b><i>We have tickets to the grand reopening of the Crimson flagship nightclub.</i></b><br /><b><i>My girls don&rsquo;t know the truth. How can I say no?</i></b><br />&nbsp;<br />Who says no to five-star travel? I should have. Isn&rsquo;t retrospect a b*tch? Life was so much easier before him. Going home should mean regularly scheduled programming. Except something&rsquo;s different. I just can&rsquo;t figure out what.<br />&nbsp;<br />My girls are the same. My apartment. My work. Sure, a few die-hard fans camp outside my building, that&rsquo;s different. Oh, and bodyguards hang around me like a bad smell. But everything else is the same&hellip; right?<br />&nbsp;<br />No. If only. Damn. Move on already. He&rsquo;s in my head and won&rsquo;t go away. Then New Year hits and, of course, my girls want to go to New York.<br />&nbsp;<br />Say no. Say no. Say no. How can I say no? I can&rsquo;t without confessing. It&rsquo;s fine. It&rsquo;ll be fine. What could possibly go wrong? Wait&hellip; d&eacute;j&agrave; vu&hellip;<br />&nbsp;<br /><i>&nbsp;</i><br /><i>Warning: Contains explicit language and imagery. Suitable only for ages 18 and over.</i><br /><br /><i>?</i>