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himself in the mirror that hung on the wall over the Italian brass Moody Aquarium sink. He then brushed his sparkling white teeth, and periodically glanced down at the tropical fish in the sink below him. Lundin looked on as her husband smeared a mint facial cleaner on his face. With the Sprite-colored cream on his face, he turned and looked at Lundin.
    “ What?” he asked, having noticed her odd, rueful stare.
    “ You look like an alien,” she said, and giggled adolescently.
    “ You know, I have to be an alien. Humans do not come this handsome and sexy,” he said with conceit in the air. Then matter-of-factly he added, “Especially, not at eight a.m.”
    Lundin was submerged under a layer of bubbles inside of the palatial five hundred gallon tub, which offered the highlights of serious jet streams, resulting in serious body massages. Her creamy alluring body rose from beneath the sea of bubbles like a mermaid out of the ocean. She struck an admiring, Naomi Campbell, at the end of the runway pose, and exclaimed, “Then I must be the commander of the Mother Ship!” Water danced down her body in a curvy ride into the Jacuzzi. They both chuckled light-heartedly.
    Both of them enjoyed the sexy banter, which kept their self-esteem in the ether. He bent over the sink, his face quite close to the aquarium. He rinsed the mask from his face and the school of fish in the tank feared that they were under attack. He stood, grabbed a face cloth off the gold towel rack and patted his face dry.
    “ So, has Diana figured out if she’ll be visiting her daughter and most hated son-in-law?” William asked, as he continued to shave.
    “ I doubt it. She is afraid to fly because of the constant threat of terrorists.”
    “ But we know why she really is not coming?”
    “ And that is what, Will?”
    “ She really hates me,” he said, as if the words meant nothing to his wife.
    “ She doesn’t hate you. She just…,” Lundin was lost for words.
    “ Hates me!”
    William’s family was never the topic of discussion, as they didn’t exist in his new celebrity life. His short version of life before Los Angeles was: elementary through high school in Philadelphia; lived orphanage to temporary foster care and back to orphanage; he fled to Los Angeles soon after undergrad completion. Lundin had often joked that he had been cast out of heaven for rivaling the perfect image of man set by Adonis. It was as if William had just walked out of the Pacific Ocean and marched across the crowded Santa Monica Beach, and yelled, “I’m here!” while stark naked.
    Lundin’s pre-Los Angeles arrangement was more complicated. Lundin was raised by a woman without any conscious or mothering skills. Disastrously, parenting was no easy task for any parent; old money, new money or no money. There was a spectrum of parents ranging from good to bad. A child dreamed of God granting them parents that hovered at the middle of the spectrum. Sadly, William received more nurturing love posing as a basketball, bouncing from home to home, than Lundin received from her birth mother .
    William climbed into the tub and Lundin sank deep into his arms.
    “ I’m sorry, Boopsie, but we both know that she speaks badly about me. I am happy to be with you, though.”
    Lundin wiggled her body closer to his. He was the positive on a magnet and she was the negative. Her ass was a snug fit to his pelvis. “I can see that you are quite happy,” she said and turned weightlessly in the water to kiss him. The kiss was passionate and suggested a little, or big, sexual water sport match.
    “ So, what’s on the agenda today?” She asked, nonchalantly floating to her side of the Jacuzzi, and flagrantly changed the subject.
    “ Don’t give me that,” he said, as if she had just expressed the dumb reason that she was filing for a divorce.
    “ What?”
    “ That either,” he told her, as she squeezed Dove bathing gel into a sponge.
    “ You’re gon’ turn your hot ass