Wearing nothing but sweats and a sheer coat of lip gloss, she wiggle through her frosted window and jumped six feet to freedom, feeling more charged than a Visa card at Christmas time.

Viktor was swinging a leather duffle and wearing a black Adidas tracksuit and his favorite brown UGG slippers with a hole in the toe. "Worn and old, just like Viv," he'd say when Frankie made fun of them, and then his wife would swat him on the arm. But Frankie knew he was just joking, because Viveka was the type of woman you wished was in a magazine just so you could stare at her violet-colored eyes and shiny black hair without being called a stalker or a freak.

I like writing about the issues we all bump up against as we get older, but I try to present them in a fun way.

This isn't going to be pretty. Rules will be broken. Friendships will be tested. And huge risks will be taken. But they're small prices to pay for true love and freedom, right?

It's never too late to fix things with people you love, Massie. Kendra said. That's true. William agreed.

Those fruity drinks better have a lot of caffeine in them or I'll never make it through World Issues.

Never slam a car door. According to the Westchester elite, it's a heinous crime, as heartless as kicking a puppy.