Shirley had long, curly brown hair, brown eyes and a pale complexion. She packed her things for the night, knowing she was going to meet up with her girlfriend Tricia. They had been planning a night out for themselves for a long time. Shirley was twenty-three. When telling her parents a year ago that she was a lesbian, she figured that her mother would take it the hardest. Instead it had been her father, Billy, who was against it. She remembered the fight well the night she told them that she was into girls.