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That was the ass-wipe’s big punishment.
    Donny should’ve waited , she thought sadly. I would’ve given it up — eventually .
    Her plans were all in place, but unfortunately her crappy mom was putting up roadblocks, which pissed her off, because why shouldn’t she do exactly as she pleased? Her mom always had—everyone knew about Lucky Santangelo and her notorious past—so why was she expected to be such a little lamb?
    She had no intention of not going to Big Bear and missing out on an exciting experience, but how to pull it off without getting grounded for weeks on end, that was the problem.
    She wasn’t exactly losing sleep over it, because if there was one thing she excelled at, it was solving problems. And with the help of her two best friends—Cookie, a pretty black girl, and Harry, an in-the-closet gay teenager—she’d somehow work it out.
    Cookie and Harry were the best, always up to support an adventure, and meeting some hot guy in Big Bear was a major adventure. Not that they were going to get to meet him, but they’d back her up all the way. That’s what true friends were for.
    Later that afternoon, Cookie and Harry came over to lie out by the pool and mull over the situation.
    â€œ I wanna meet your Internet perv,” Cookie insisted, swigging from a can of Red Bull. She was a curvaceous girl in a young Janet Jackson kind of way. Chocolate-brown dreadlocks framed her heart-shaped face, and her lips were full and pink. Her father was Gerald M., the forty-nine-year-old smooth-soul-singing icon. Cookie had chosen to live with him in Beverly Hills because her mom was a prescription-drug whore who’d moved over the hill to the Valley with a twenty-five-year-old sometime musician, and Cookie couldn’t stand either of them. Her mom and boyfriend cohabited in stoned bliss, while Cookie enjoyed the good life with her famous father.
    â€œYeah, an’ I wouldn’t mind giving him a blow job,” Harry leered, huddling under a huge sun umbrella, hiding from the sun. Harry was skinny and alarmingly pale, with dyed black hair worn spiked, as if he’d recently stuck his finger in a power socket. His mogul-type dad worked late hours at the TV network he ran, while his mom, a born-again, spent most evenings at her church or meeting with her pastor, a man Harry was convinced she was sleeping with.
    â€œBet you both wish you were coming with me,” Max said, tossing back her long mane of dark curls. “But hey, I’m the one that’s gonna be screwing him, that privilege is all mine, so try not to turn into jealous wrecks.”
    â€œ If your mom lets you go,” Cookie pointed out, adjusting the top of her bikini.
    â€œI’m workin’ on it,” Max said confidently, knowing that she was taking off to Big Bear whether Lucky agreed or not.
    â€œI so hope this dude’s like not a perv ,” Cookie offered, wriggling around on her sun lounger, her brief pink bikini showing off every curve.
    â€œAnd I hope he is,” Harry said excitably, his skinny body fully covered in a faded black T-shirt and baggy black pants worn half-mast. “’Cause then you can give us all the sicko details when you get back.”
    â€œ If she gets back,” Cookie interrupted, rolling her eyes for emphasis. “’Cause he could cut her up into itty-bitty pieces an’ bury her under the mountain.”
    â€œThanks for the thought,” Max said, biting down on her lower lip. “But hey, I know how to kick ass, so any cutting goin’ on will be coming from me . Get it? ”
    â€œBad shit happens,” Cookie said, nodding wisely. “I read where this woman met this dude on the Internet and he like strangled her, ’cause that’s what she told him she was into. How psycho is that ?”
    â€œGrant’s cool,” Max said airily. “I can tell.”
    â€œHow?” Cookie demanded.
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