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defensively.
    “Says the girl who schedules sex like a dentist appointment,” Angie snapped.
    Melissa knew that Angie had hit the nail right on the head with that declaration. But isn’t every body’s sex life different? “Just because I like to be prepared it doesn’t mean I don’t like sex. I mean, what if I didn’t shave? What if I’m having, you know – leakage? That would just ruin the mood,” Melissa said. She didn’t care if it wasn’t normal to schedule sex. It worked for her and Jonathan.
    “Darling,” Angie sighed. “Your sex life hasn’t been in the mood since Hilary Clinton was sexy.”
    Melissa stuck out her tongue. Just then she had an epiphany. She would not be having sex for nine long months! Technically you could have sex while pregnant, Doctors even encouraged it. But there was something about trying to enjoy something so intimate while there was an innocent bystander inside of her, getting its head bashed in that grossed her out. So that was it, if she kept the baby, she was going to be fat and sex deprived. These realizations made her want to walk into the gynecologists’ office and slap her across her face with her plastic container of birth control pills that had promised to keep her baby free.
    Depressed, Melissa tried for a subject change. “So what’s up with you?”
    “Apparently I’m old and should refrain from ever stepping foot on a movie set,” Angie whined.
    “Really? I’m sorry,” Melissa said. Angie was always a hardworking and determined actress. But she hadn’t received a script she liked in months. Melissa gave Angie a lot of credit for doing what she did. It took a lot of self-love and thick skin to be an actress which were two things Melissa didn’t have.
    Angie sulked. “I really wanted the lead in a film that Paradox Pictures is producing.”
    “Oh, the one who created Top Gun? Is it true they’re going to do a remake?”
    “Yes! And I really want to be in it,” Angie said keenly. “I need to be in it.”
    “What happened?”
    “That!” Angie said, pointing to the young blonde all over Marty.
    “Wow.” Melissa’s first impression of the girl was that she looked a lot like Angie. “You know who she reminds me of?”
    “Please, don’t tell me. I already know.”
    “Don’t worry,” Melissa said, spooning more food into her mouth. “It’ll work out.”
    “You better not get fat on me,” Angie scolded, with a slightly alarmed look on her face. “I need you to fit into that sexy black dress for the charity dinner.”
    “I thought you were taking your boyfriend?” Melissa said, hoping that Angie had finally decided to settle down.
    “Andrew has never been nor shall ever be my boyfriend,” Angie said, her voice level. “Why do think that I need a man in my life Melissa? Is it because of my age? Is it because somehow you think that all women should have a man in their life?”
    Melissa raised an eyebrow as she watched Angie speak. She knew there was something more she wasn’t telling her.
    “Okay,” Angie said, pushing a piece of salad around on her plate with a fork. “We broke up.”
    “What did you do?”
    “Why does it always have to be me?”
    “Because it is always you!”
    “Oh, alright. I finally broke up with him which, let’s face it, was a long time coming.”
    “True but I’m hoping you sugar coated it just a wee bit.” Melissa knew very well that she didn’t. That wasn’t the way Angie was wired.
    “You know Andrew, he’s not particularly intelligent.” Angie said, rearranging the napkin on her lap. “So, I had to just come flat out and say it.”
    Melissa covered her eyes, preparing for the imaginary train wreck. She was imagining all the horrible things that Angie could have possibly told him and none of it could be repeated in a church. “I don’t think I want to know.”
    “I told him the Gods honest truth. I told him that he was as useful in bed as a pogo stick in quicksand.”
    “No!” Melissa choked