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“Hey M.”
She laughs, “Emily we were supposed to be meeting like an hour ago. I’ve given up on you, and I’m back home. Don’t tell me. You forgot because you had some design idea.”
She’s used to me standing her up, my obsession with the business is something that I’m infamous for with my friends.
“No,” I clear my throat expecting her to scream down the phone.
“I’m in Vegas.”
“Shut up! And you never invited me? I thought you were broke.”
“Remember that deal that Marvin offered me?”
“Yes, the one I said that I'd happily do if you don’t want to and he wouldn’t even need to give me money. The guy’s too fine. With those dark eyes and speckles of gray in his spiky hair, he makes George Clooney look like his ugly twin brother because they could be brother’s you know?”
I’m just about to answer her because she’s said this a thousand times.
“I don’t understand why you never took him up on his offer and tell him that you’ll do it for free. He didn’t even need to pay you!”
“Because ” knowing that if I don’t stop her. That she’ll be talking about Marvin all night long. She’s got a major crush on him.
“I don’t want to be blackmailed into being w
ith him.”
“Emily you need to be with someone. Damn! That pussy of yours must be all dried up. It’s never seen a dick!”
“Do you have to be vulgar all the time?”
She laughs, “You’re twenty-three. You don’t party. You don’t socialize until you’re forced to do it. Even my mom has more of a social life than you do and she’s the captain of a bridge team. Not the most exciting game in the world, but compared to your life. It’s riveting!”
I smile at the idea of a bridge captain having a better life than I.
“I know, I know…”
She stops me talking, “You don’t know, because if you did, then we wouldn’t be having this conversation. You stood me up for a dirty weekend in Vegas. I’ll forgive you. If it were for one of your designs, then I really wouldn’t do.”
“So, you think that I should just enjoy myself.”
“Girl, I’ve been telling you that for years. The only time that you go out is to either try and sell designs or our weekly Starbucks meet-up. That’s if you don’t stand me up for to make a new design, which most of the time you do.”
I sigh, “Sorry.”
“No, you go and get your groove on. All work and no play makes Emily a dull girl. Trust me, what happens in Vegas stays in Vegas, and most likely it’ll be written all over your face. All I ask is for one thing?”
“What’s that?”
“That you come back and tell me if I was right. If he has a big cock?”
“You’re too much you know that.”
She giggles, “But I want to know. Now get off the phone and make sure that you look as sexy as hell this weekend. So, that he can fill you up with his big, fat cock!”
“Bye Michelle!”
“Be a bad girl! And I want you to tell me if I’m right when you get back.”
“Remember, what happens in Vegas. Stays in Vegas.”
