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friends.” She scrunches her nose and chews on the tip of her pen. “Is it that obvious, Natalie? Oh, he’s such a gentleman and makes me swoon. They just don’t make them like him anymore.” Molly is in her early forties, and while I admire her tenacious spirit of being a modern woman, I don’t envy her dating pool.
    “He seems dashing! And you’re right, men my age just want sex.”
    “What about Zach?”
    “He pretty much only wants sex.” I smile as she shakes her head in dismay, although I secretly know she and the debonair Mr. Ross fuck like rabbits.
    The phone rings and I take it as my duty to answer all calls.
    “Molly’s Events and Planning, Natalie speaking,” I say cheerfully.
    “What are you wearing?” he asks.
    “Cousin Alfred?” I giggle.
    “Ha ha, Nat. Are you staying over tonight?” The truth is, I’ve stayed over every night for the past week, but it’s cute that he always asks.
    “Yes, dear.”
    “Mmm, and can I put my dick between your tits?”
    “Do you even need to ask? I’ll be by around six.” I type in exotic animal rentals on an internet search, hoping to find nothing.
    “Maybe I’ll feed you first, if you’re a good girl. Shove a nice thick cock between your luscious lips.” I glance at Molly and she’s totally staring at me, nosy little belle.
    “Great, I’m starved. See you later, lover!” I hang up the phone and rustle in my chair.
    Molly is nodding her head in excitement. “See, Natalie! Zach is gentleman, calling on you like that.” She smiles sweetly and continues working on her board.
    “He is indeed.” I laugh.

September 27, 2002
    “I need to go home tonight and pick up some more clothes. The last thing I want is for my southern employer to think I’m some wanton hussy shacking up with a guy.” I quickly brush my teeth and dab on some travel-size perfume. I’m already running late due to the early morning shower shag and yet Zach is still not satisfied. Look at that strapping boy, calmly leaning against the bathroom door, smiling at me with a big fat hard-on.
    “But aren’t you my hussy? I’ll go with you and we can stop by and see Mom. There’s something I need to discuss anyway.” Oh damn. Oh God! Could this really be happening?
    “Are you proposing? Because I will say no.”
    “Hell no! You make an excellent lover, but you would be a horrible wife.” Zach flashes his crooked grin and makes a goofy face.
    I cross my eyes and smooch my lips, “Thank god. Okay, pick me up from work around five and we’ll go together.”

    After we stop by my house to gather some clothes and my Aveda shampoo, I drive Dad’s car to Zach’s mansion (it drives him insane when I refer to his home as a mansion.) We’re greeted by a middle-aged man in a tennis outfit, same sandy hair and the same navy eyes.
    “Hello Dad.”
    “Son.” The man acknowledges Zach but keeps his eyes directed at me. “You must be the girlfriend.” He extends his hand but Zach grabs both of my arms and clears his throat.
    “Dad, we need to talk. May we use your study?” Raymond Parker grits his teeth and I can only imagine what he’s thinking. I’ve seen enough episodes of 90210 to know that rich guys always knock up the white trash and dishonor the family.
    “Fine. Can your friend sit with your mother?” We follow Raymond into the house and the tension is unbearably thick.
    “Nat, can you hang out with Mom? I’ll come get you in a few minutes.” Zach places his hands on my shoulders and smiles sweetly. “Just read her a magazine or tell her a funny story. Be yourself, ma femme.” He puts his hands in his pockets and follows his dad down a long hallway. God, I wish I knew what they were discussing!
    I make my way into the garden room just past the kitchen. Claire’s eyes are closed and there’s a beautiful opera melting through the speakers. I approach her quietly, not wanting to wake her, but she opens her eyes as soon as my fat ass plops down on the