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wondered just how far she’d let him go. Two buttons of her Marc Jacobs silk twill top were already unbuttoned and Trent was angling for a third. She almost let him, too, but—
    â€œStop, Trent! You know where this could lead.”
    Trent looked like he didn’t know. “Where?”
    â€œSomeplace Jesus wouldn’t like!” She searched her Très Jolie clutch for her rosary beads.
    â€œUm, what?” said Trent, looking dreamy-adorable in a cinnamon Ted Baker polo, torn khaki shorts, and faded blue Vans. “Jesus doesn’t approve of second base ?”
    â€œI’m pretty sure Jesus doesn’t approve of any base, Trent. And you know my pledge to him—and to the American TV-viewing public.”
    Trent looked like he didn’t know. “Tell me again?”
    â€œTrent?! It’s to keep my legs crossed until I am joined in a holy union before God at, like, a church. With a big reception where I look really pretty. Then a honeymoon where I go to someplace really, totally amazing with my husband and then we do it, like, on the beach. For the first time. Ya know?”
    Trent sucked his teeth. He didn’t look happy. “But Tans, we’ve been going out a long time. We’re even each other’s dates for the Emmys. Doesn’t that count for something in Jesus’s eyes? I mean at least second base?”
    Tanya sighed. Trent did have a point. But Tanya was pretty sure Jesus wouldn’t go for second base—even if they were going to the Emmys together. “Why don’t we get out of the car and kneel down and pray a little and ask him?”
    â€œForget it, Tans,” said Trent, pulling away and adjusting his khaki shorts. “The praying thing is so lame. And the makeup dude has been really pissed at me lately because I have scabs on my knees from all the kneeling.”
    Tanya knew this had to be frustrating for Trent. She also knew his eyes weren’t the only blue thing about him . . . but she couldn’t help it. She had to hold off. Even though she sooooo wanted to be with Trent. “I understand, Trent,” she said, buttoning up her top. “Why don’t we just take a drive and, like, cool down?”
    â€œJeez, Tanya, you don’t know how hard this is on a dude!” he exploded. “It’s very hard!”
    Tanya frowned. “Trent, as mad as you are at me, Tanya, the best and prettiest girlfriend you have ever had, you really shouldn’t take the Lord’s name in vain.”
    â€œWha—? When? I didn’t!”
    â€œYou said ‘Jeez,’ which everyone knows is Jesus’s nickname. And I wish you wouldn’t say it when you’re angry.”
    â€œBut that’s when people say it! It’s a word for when you’re all, like, whoa, I don’t know what else to say!” Trent was pouting. Tanya thought he looked so cute. She even wondered if she could reconsider the second base thing. She started to unbutton her blouse again, but immediately saw Jesus’s face on the dashboard. She’d been having lots of Jesus visions lately, but in this one he looked really angry, staring at her from the odometer, so she quickly buttoned up her blouse.
    Trent watched sadly as Tanya’s boobs were declared off-limits. He then put the Cruiser in reverse and started down the canyon. As he maneuvered the bends and curves of Mulholland Drive, Tanya noticed the faraway look in his eyes—like he actually had something on his mind. This seemed strange to Tanya. She’d only ever seen Trent look like he had nothing on his mind. Except surfing. Or Little Debbies when he was having an anxiety attack.
    â€œThanks for understanding, Trent. I feel really comfortable with you. Like, really. Like, totally. Like, even, like—” Tanya stopped herself before she could say what she was about to say. Trent was looking over at her like, “Huh?” Her eyes began to well. Her