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relationship with his mother, Shawna couldn't understand what that had to do with her. Virgil was an adult. She was an adult. What they did together was none of his mother's business and it certainly was none of Mikki's business.
    "No," Shawna said simply. "I like him. He's the first guy I've genuinely liked in a really long time." She looked over at her couch where his jacket lay. She forgot to take it off after he dropped her off at home. She liked having the reminder. He had also given her an old iPod so she could listen to some new music, including tracks from his own band.
    "He's no good, Shawna."
    "I don't have the energy for your negativity," Shawna said, hanging up. When she had answered the phone she half expected an apology. Instead she received a barrage of insults as to why Virgil and she didn't fit together.
    Shawna threw open her closet and pushed the clothes to the side one by one until she found the exact dress she was looking for: a little, tight, white number with a heart shaped cutout over her cleavage, a high, lacy collar, and a hem that stopped a few inches below her crotch. She knew that Virgil was going to show up in his usual, black atmospheric garb and she wanted to tantalize his senses and throw him for a loop. Show him that she could play with the big boys.
    Opening her dresser, she dug out some costume jewelry from a few Halloweens ago. A forgotten bottle of dark red nail polish rolled across the wood of the drawer and Shawna squealed. She shook the bottle and listened to the agitator click around.
    She was studying her image in the mirror when there was a knock on the door. She admired her dark red lipstick and heavy eye makeup. Taking several deep breaths, she tried to compose herself. Trembling with excitement like a little schoolgirl would have destroyed the image of sophistication she was going for.
    Mikki gawked at Shawna when she opened the door. "What the hell are you wearing?"
    "Go away. He'll be here any minute."
    "You look like you're on meth. Not even once, honey."
    "I don't have time for this," Shawna said as Mikki pushed past her.
    "Listen to me," she said. "Don't go."
    "Mind your business, Mikki."
    "Can't you see that you're a fucking fetish? He's using you. You're his little chocolate fantasy. When he gets tired of you, he'll throw you away just like all the other girls."
    Shawna attempted to swallow the lump in her throat, but it kept bobbing back to the surface. Mikki knew just where to stick the knife. "Why don't you want me to be happy?"
    "Of course I want you to be happy," Mikki said, taking Shawna's hands. "I want you to be happy and safe. I just want you to be careful."
    Another knock erupted on the door.
    "Ask him about Janet."
    "Bye, Mikki."
    Shawna walked Mikki to the door and opened it to find Virgil on the other side. Mikki sidled past him. Looking back over her shoulder she told Shawna, "Call me."
    "Is everything okay?" Virgil asked once the elevator doors closed with Mikki on the other side.
    "Yeah, she's just a real buzz-kill."
    "You . . . uh . . . you look fantastic."
    "You hate it," Shawna said, her mood dropping further.
    "No, I love it. Especially that dress, but you don't have to change your style for me. I like you just the way you are. I know that this," he said, indicating his black, silk poet's shirt tucked into a pair of tight leather pants and the small, silver pentacle hung from a delicate chain around his neck, "isn't for everyone. But, thanks. Really."
    "I guess I should go change, huh?"
    Virgil's eyebrow jumped. "Well . . . let's not throw the baby out with the bathwater."
    Virgil followed Shawna back into her apartment and watched her ass switch underneath her dress. He wrapped his arms around her waist and pressed his lips against her neck. "If we don't leave now, I'm not sure if we'll leave at all."
    Shawna purred, feeling his half-mast erection pressed against her. His hands roamed her stomach to her exposed cleavage. He kissed her shoulder and she