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moment he’d finished saying what an amazing girl she was and how much fun they have and blah blah blah, pass me the goddamn bucket.’
    â€˜What a
sociopath
,’ said Simone. Then, after a few moments, ‘He’s actually done you a favour, babe. You could’ve spent, like, another six months sleeping with him, and wondering if he was the guy for you, and the way you two carry on and hang out, you could definitely be mistaken for thinking you’d be good together, but he clearly doesn’t care about anyone but himself. It’s the Pete show all the way. You don’t need that kind of destructive energy in your life.’
    And this was why Lily loved Sim. Despite her love of psycho-babble, she knew how to extract the truth, like a straw in a horrible thickshake. Which was why it was such a pity she never, ever paid attention to her own advice.
    â€˜He’s ruined our friendship. That’s what makes me sad.’
    â€˜Don’t sleep with your friends next time then, idiot.’
    â€˜Promise not to, especially not you. Hey, so enough about me, how was last night?’
    Simone flopped back onto the bed and sighed. ‘You weren’t the only one dealing with a complete dickhead.’
    â€˜Hang on, did Mr Ferrari fly down to Melbourne yesterday too? I thought we liked him!’
    â€˜We
did
. He was staying at the penthouse at Crown, and everything was perfect. I got off the shoot early so we had a nice dinner and went back to the room, and things were amazing, I mean, he was doing all
kinds
of wild stuff to me, like, kinky shit. He’s a bit sick, actually, but anyway, we were drinking Cristal and having fun . . . and then, at like, two a.m., he buzzes in not one, but TWO hookers.’
    â€˜
No.
’
    â€˜True story,’ Sim said, sitting up and shaking her head. ‘I don’t know what’s more offensive, the fact he thought I was the kind of chick who would want a foursome with two high-class prozzies, or that I was so boring in bed he had to call in backups.’
    Lily started giggling, and then the giggle built up to a chuckle, and then a full-blown, belly laugh.
    Simone slapped her on the arm. ‘It’s not funny, babe! What if I’d laughed when you told me your story?’ But she was smiling, and then, seeing Lily start to cry so hard tears fell from her eyes, she began laughing, and then she was
really
laughing. When Lily snorted, and the two girls shrieked and squirmed and rolled around on the bed in laughter.
    â€˜I bet Ferrari would love to be here right now, with us rolling around together on the bed like this,’ Lily said, trying to get her breath.
    â€˜We could call in old Mrs O’Connor from next door to make up numbers,’ Sim said between gasps, and Lily was off again, laughing and laughing, feeling the tension from the past twelve hours start to leave her body, on some level relieved that she wasn’t the only one having a shitty time with men. God, if perfect, beautiful, smart, funny, wild Simone couldn’t find a good man, what hope did she or any other mere mortal have?
    â€˜Oh, God, stop, no more, I can’t breathe,’ Simone said, clutching her tiny, taut stomach, wiping tears from her face.
    â€˜I’m sorry, Sim, what a fuckstick. What a bunch of fucksticks they all are. Are we in some sick reality show we don’t know about?’
    â€˜Or
Two and a Half Escorts
?’ Sim said, trying to quieten her sniffs.
    â€˜I might go lesbian,’ Lily contemplated as she twirled her long, dark hair around her finger.
    â€˜Oh, because you were so good at it last time. How long did that last?’
    â€˜Couple of hours. But I mean it about meaning it this time. Men are so incredibly shit.’
    Simone stood up and stretched her arms, no doubt stiff from a gruelling Yogalates class.
    â€˜I’m totally with you on swearing off men. I didn’t even tell you about my