Here Marcie gave a short laugh. "I wanted that Sex and the City life, y'know? I wanted to be Carrie with the fashion and the sex and the joy of living in New York." No, she didn't have career aspirations. All she had was a job history of working for skeevy assholes, one of whom had abandoned her to torture or worse, and then living off Aphrodite's largess. She felt a sudden tightness of self-pity in her chest, and pressed her lips together, biting down on them to stave off the feeling of loneliness. "I thought I knew what I wanted, and now I don't. I just don't want to be stuck there."