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the bed, and they were topped with glass lamps. All of the
furniture was a light wood, and it all worked together to form a
cohesive décor. I had a dresser with mirror, armoire, and at the
foot of the bed sat a bench which was upholstered in a creamy shade
of brown. It was all beautiful and peaceful I loved it. I was so
surprised this décor came from the brain of my neurotic Mother;
there was no sign of her normal over the top extravagance in this
room. Kudos to her for laying off the crystal and sequins for a
change.
    I made my way to the bathroom, and my
jaw hit the floor. I hoped there was a spatula in the kitchen for
me to extract it.
    Really?
    My pleasure about the bedroom was short
lived when I entered the bathroom. There in the middle of the room
stood a claw foot bathtub, hanging above it was a massive
chandelier, with all sorts of bling dripping from it. There were
all kinds of sparkling accessories including the soap dishes, and
toilet paper holder. On a small dressing table sat a candelabrum
that looked like it might have been lifted from Liberacchis
home.
    I knew my Mother couldn’t keep her
personal style at bay for long. It was like keeping a tiger in a
cage; eventually it would escape and wreak havoc on everything.
Taking another look around I decided it wouldn’t be so bad, I could
just pretend I was in a Madonna music video every time I
bathed.
    Trying to be grateful I went back into
the bedroom, I noticed a door that I previously overlooked. I
turned the knob and was stunned to see a giant walk in closet. Fuck
me!
    The closet was filled to capacity with
brand new clothing, tags still attached to each piece. I stood
there for a few minutes, still hoping to find a spatula later for
my jaw that was now permanently attached to the floor. Sure I
needed new clothing for my job but I would have rather had the
choice in the matter. I was perfectly content wearing things from
the Gap, but seeing the tags on the clothing I realized my Mother
had other ideas.
    Marc Jacobs, Michael Kors, and Dianne
Von Furstenberg had invaded my damn closet. As I looked over the
insane amount of shoes below, I found that Jimmy Choo had joined
the party as well. What the hell?
    Typical nonsense from my
Mother.
    I exited the closet before I had a
stroke and headed back to the kitchen. My stomach was growling so
loud I thought I had a pet hiding somewhere in my apartment. I
needed to find sustenance, but being the horrible cook I was, I
opted for takeout.
    I had a friend in L.A. who told me NYC
style pizza was the best on the planet, so I thought I’d give it a
try. Five minutes later I was headed out the door to pick up my
dinner. I had no need to dress up so before leaving I dug out some
black yoga pants and a hoodie from my suitcase.
    I ended up walking about five blocks
and found the little pizzeria where I called in my order, I went
inside picked it up and left. The smell coming from the box made me
salivate, damn it was heaven.
    As I left the pizza place I noticed a
shiny new Range Rover parked in front of a restaurant across the
street. I stood there for a moment because I loved those cars, so
rugged yet extremely luxurious. I was always told I wasn’t the
typical female because cars turned me on. They made me jittery in
all the right places, and I had a good knowledge of makes and
models. All I could think of while staring at the black SUV was how
great it would be to climb in the back and fuck.
    I watched the valet hand the keys to
the owner, and although I couldn’t see his face, I could tell he
had a smoking hot body. He was tall, but not jolly green giant
tall, sandy blonde hair of medium length, and muscles that shone
through his terribly expensive suit. His shoes were so shiny I
figured my reflection could easily be seen in them.
    My mind was going rampant with all the
thoughts of what sort of man he was. What kind of equipment was he
hiding under the layers of business attire? He looked like he could
tie someone up