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keyed
Dolly’s car while I was complaining to management about Dolly. Who else could
it possibly be?
    Anna stops and stares at me. “You
think I keyed Dolly’s car?”
    “Well, yeah.” At her hurt look, I’m quick to add. “I don’t
think less of you or anything.”
    She shakes her head and continues
towards the fitness studio. Walking instead of skipping this time. “I didn’t
key that trollop’s car. Trust me, if I had done it, everyone would know. They’d
probably write songs about how epic my car keying was.”
    I giggle and decide to drop the subject. We walk the rest of
the short distance to the gym in silence. I follow Anna into the locker room. I
don’t even bother to make a comment about the sports clothes Anna insists I
wear. It’s not like anything I say will change her mind anyway. We quickly
change and walk into the studio. Dolly sees me enter and throws me the meanest
look she can muster. I should probably quiver in my boots, but then again, I’m
barefoot.
    “Come on, hussies! Get to your poles!” Dolly’s enthusiasm is
once again forced. I have to wonder if she’s got a genuine bone in her body.
She turns on the music and Pour Some Sugar on Me blares from the
surround sound speakers.
    Dolly tones down her obnoxious comments during the class. I
like to think that my complaint has had some influence on her, but that’s
probably wishful thinking. Her instructions are actually pretty good when not
cushioned in nasty remarks about the women in the class. I feel like I’m making
some progress.
      Huh. Who would have thought that?
    Until my hands are coated in sweat that is and instead of
gripping my pole, I can’t get purchase on the thing, and I slide down it
landing in a heap on the floor. I quickly look for Dolly. I don’t really care
if anyone else notices my lack of grace. It’s not like pole dancing is a skill
I’m worried about acquiring. Lucky for me, Dolly’s playing around with the
speakers. I quickly, well as quick as my sore body will allow, get to my feet
making sure to wipe my hands vigorously on my yoga pants before trying to grab
the pole again.
    I hear a giggle from my side and glance over to see Anna
checking me out. She’s gracefully twirling around her pole. She doesn’t pause
in her dancing as she winks at me. No wonder Dolly hit on her. Anna is grace
and beauty in a tiny package.
    The rest of the forty-five-minute class passes without any
further slip-n-slide incidents on my part. I sigh in relief when Dolly cuts the
music off and tells us she’ll see us next week. My legs protest as Anna and I
walk to the locker room. I throw on a sweatshirt and shove my things in my gym
bag. I never shower here. I don’t really need any up close and personal time
with the beauties from our pole dancing class or the other young things that
frequent the fitness studio. My self-confidence can barely take the new clothes
and pole dancing class as it is.
    I’m surprised to see Anna throwing her things in her bag as
well. “Aren’t you going to shower?”
    She shakes her head. “No way. I’m escorting you home and
helping you get date-ready.”
    I gulp and try to shake off the fear that grips me at those
words. “That’s okay,” I say with false brightness. “I’m good. Go ahead and
shower. I’ll see you tomorrow.” I try to walk past her, but Anna grabs my
wrist. For a tiny thing, she’s surprisingly strong.
    “Please, like there’s any way I’d
let you get ready for a date with Detective Hottie without me.”
    That’s exactly what I was afraid she’d say. 

Chapter
6
    Tell
the negative committee that meets inside your head to sit down and shut up
    Feeling all kinds of dirty and grimy, not to mention stinky,
I immediately jump into the shower when we get back to my apartment. I’m
rinsing my hair when Anna reaches her hand into the shower and hands me a
straight razor. “What’s this for?” I peek my head out of the curtain and glare
in the general direction of