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looked at Emily and she shrugged and said, “Sorry, Catey-bug! He makes me tell him everything.”
    “Yes, Rob,” I said, giving in to the inevitable barrage of questions I knew were coming. “I’m done with babysitting Jackson and I’m going on a one-time date with a tall, blond man.”
    “How tall?” He asked and his eyes were already alight with mischief.
    “I don’t know, I haven’t measured him, six four, I would imagine,” I said, warily.
    “So, pretty big?” he asked, nonchalantly.
    “I guess so, but not like a hulk or anything, his hands are huge.”
    Rob began to laugh and Emily gave him a pleading look and told him to stop it.
    “What the hell have I walked into now?” I asked, taking a long swallow of my Margarita.
    “Don’t mind anything he has to say on the subject of sex,” Emily said. “Our very first time he took me to that derelict Hacienda Motel on the south side of town and called all his buddies from a pay phone ten minutes later while I reapplied my frosted lipstick.”
    “Ten minutes, my ass! You know I’m your sixty minute man, Em,” Rob said. “So, sweet little Catey-bug, all this time you’ve been dreaming of a pretty boy with a big dick?”
    “No!” Emily and I squealed at the same time.
    “Why does every man think that?” I asked.
    “Because that’s all they think about, who has the biggest one! You’re a pervert, Rob, go to hell,” Emily said and we finished our margaritas and refilled them from the pitcher.
    “Ugh, is that true? Are men just obsessed with the size of their penises?”
    “That’s so gross, you don’t hear women talking about their vaginas all the time!”
    “True, but boob size does works its way into way too many lunch conversations if you ask me.”
    “Oh God, I know! Come to think of it, women do kind of obsess over the size of their… nether regions. I overheard this middle-aged woman at the country club say that after having three kids sex with her husband felt like he was throwing a banana down a hallway!”
    “Well fuck! Maybe her husband’s dick was just too damn small!”
    Emily and I were both talking at once and then laughing hysterically as the margaritas loosened our tongues and Rob was kicked back, sipping his drink and enjoying what he’d started.
    “Hey,” he said with a wicked grin, “I’m wishing you the best, Catey-bug. I know you probably get tired of having sex without anyone else in the room.”
    “Talk about a big dick, you are one Rob!” I said and shot him the bird and Emily popped him on the forehead with her knuckles and said, “Smart ass, you can let me know in the morning how you like sex all by yourself because it’s the couch for you tonight.”
    When we left the restaurant Rob walked between us with his arms draped over our shoulders and said, “Awe, come on, girls. I was just trying to get a rise out of Cate. Where’s your sense of humor, do I really have to sleep alone tonight, Em?”
    They dropped me off at home and I hauled my luggage upstairs to my bedroom, threw everything on the floor and decided to unpack later. My cell phone was off during the flight, so I had a dozen messages. They were from my mother, miscellaneous friends, Jackson, Myles and two from John Foster. Like all the others, John hoped I made it home safely. He wanted to assure me he would pick me up for the wedding the next evening at seven sharp and he needed directions to my house. I called and got his voicemail yet again , left directions and said I was looking forward to seeing him, although I wasn’t sure if I believed that part.
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    On Saturday the doorbell rang just before seven while I was still getting dressed. I peeked outside through the upstairs window and although I couldn’t see John Foster, I could see his car in the driveway. It was a vintage gold Mercedes convertible with a tan top which was up, thank God. It was a car that screamed “look at me” and I wouldn’t have wanted it if someone gave it to me,