Chapter One
It's All About Me
I think that it is best to start this story with an overview of the lead character.
That would be me, Randi Michaels.
My parents thought I was going to be a boy due to a misread sonogram. I was to be named Randal after my grandfather. When I arrived with no man parts, and my parents hadn't even considered a girl name, they shortened Randal and threw an ‘i' at the end.
It’s important that you know first and foremost that, in present day, I am not a model. The only thing about me that resembles a model-like quality is that I am six feet tall. I have been this height since I was twelve, which lent itself to an interesting middle and high school experience.
There isn't a single thing wrong with a person being happy with who they are and how they look. I am proud of how I look and have no shame in flaunting it.
Confidence is a million times more important than appearance. If you spend your time thinking that you are not good enough, then that is how you will be perceived. So, my advice – realize that you are amazing and make sure everyone you meet knows it.
In the spirit of full disclosure, here are a few more of the details about what I see when I look in the mirror; I am well-endowed in the breast department, I have curves, and what I am told is an “Anna Nicole Smith Ass”, which one of my closest friends chooses to point out to me whenever he can.
Although I wear the same size, twelve, as she did at the peak of her modeling career, I regret to tell you that I think he was speaking of her more plump years. You have to love your friends. I know I do.
My Home on Whore Island Description:
What happens when you stop looking for Mr. Right and start looking for Mr. Right Now? A day comes in every girl’s life when she tosses a few condoms in her purse, throws caution to the wind, and says, “Let’s Do This!” Well, maybe not every girl, but when Randi Michaels finds out her boyfriend has cheated on her, she decides to turn the tables and take control.
Giving each playmate a nickname as she goes, Randi tackles her Who To Have Sex With list. From a movie theater to a steamy shower, a night club to the front seat of car, some encounters are fun, some are funny, and some never should have happened. Ignoring society’s double standard and going against the grain, Randi learns a few things about herself, what she wants, and how to get…Mr. Right Now.
