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being treated like a princess. Jonathan had been spoiling her since the very first day they met and she wasn’t used to life in the fab lane like Angie was.  So, Angie felt it was her duty to show her best friend how to enjoy this new life of wealth and privilege. After all, Jonathan had the money and loved spending it on her. What girl in her right mind would say no to a little spoiling here and there from her soon-to-be husband?
    “One day it’ll be you,” Melissa assured her friend.
    “I’d much rather masturbate with a cheese grater than let the same man pound my vagina for the rest of my life.” Angie said, taking a sip of her whiskey.
    The visual made Melissa close her legs together tightly. It was just like Angie to turn her head at marriage. She loved her freedom and wasn’t going to let anyone, especially a man take that away from her. Sometimes, Melissa envied her tenacity. Just for shits and giggles, Melissa took a loud exaggerated gasp. “And you have to kiss with tongue. Can you imagine?”
    “Joke all you want, you’ve already committed yourself to Jonathan. If you don’t get married it’s like you’ve wasted the last two years of your life. You have no choice but to treat your relationship like an investment and get your return ten times fold, ” Angie said, finally taking off her shades and placing it inside her purse.
    Shoveling a heaping spoon of food into her mouth, Melissa considered the truth in Angie’s statement. “I suppose.”
    Angie’s eyes followed the spoon from the plate into Melissa’s mouth. “Think about it Mel, having a man in your life is like buying a pair of designer shoes or a couture bag. You spend thousands for the right seasonal accessory. You use it every day. You take care of it. You love it like no other accessory exists,” s he said, pulling a makeup bag from inside her purse. “But, when the new season arrives, so does newer and better accessories. So, you go out and purchase a newer and better accessory while the old one sits in the closet collecting dust until it makes a comeback.” S he stared straight in her friends’ eyes and unzipped the makeup bag. “Except sometimes, it loses its pizazz and never comes back into style.”
    “Like Lindsay Lohan ?” Melissa teased.
    “How is Mr. fabulous anyway?” Angie asked, dabbing red lip gloss on her already glossed lips.
    “He’s fine, still trying to make partner and still trying to convince me that my trip to London is a stupid idea.”
    “Well, I wouldn’t say stupid… per say,” Angie muttered. She hadn’t wanted to put her two cents in about Melissa’s trip because she knew how badly Melissa wanted to go. But, this day and age, it just wasn’t safe for a woman to travel outside of the USA alone.
    “You too?” Melissa screamed, slamming her napkin on the table. Okay, she was being a little over dramatic but who wouldn’t. Long before she met Jonathan, she had decided, that she was going to be taking a two week trip to London by herself. The trip would be one of those last hoorah moments where she could say goodbye to single life and Angie, along with her mother, did not approve of such a trip.
    “Cranky are we?” Angie asked.
    “I’m so damn tired of everyone telling me what’s good for me,” Melissa said in between bites. “I’m an adult. I can make my own decisions.”
    “Give down the country why don’t you .”
    “Sorry,” Melissa could feel a stress headache coming on. “I have a lot of stuff on my mind.”
    “Anything you want to share?” Angie asked, finishing her drink. “You know, come to think of it, I’ve had the best experiences in Europe that I wouldn’t trade for anything in the world.”
    “Did it involve a hot French guy and lots of sex?” Melissa asked.
    “Make fun of me all you want but one day you will realize that sex is like air; it’s not important unless you’re not getting any,” Angie said, shaking her head.
    “I like sex.” Melissa said,