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butchering my nails bobs her head side to side on her over fake and baked shoulders. She draws her thin pink lips in and bites down on them.
    “Well?” Erin snaps.
    The beautician looks up at my face. “You’re seeing Ben Mitchell tonight?”
    I don’t want to tell this perfect stranger my personal business, but I am curious to know what she does. “Yes,” I said.
    One of her eyebrows shoots up and her mouth gapes open.
    “Why so surprised?” Erin says.
    “Oh, well… I know Ben.” She gives a little wink, and I feel like I might throw up. “He doesn’t typically make plans in advance with a woman. He is more of the booty call at two a.m. or hook up from Chatz, not a ‘date’ kind of guy.” She continues to apply the pink color to my nails, and thankfully she is nearly done. I need to get out of this room.
    Erin, sensing how uncomfortable I am, jumps in. “Well, maybe he was that type of guy a while ago, but now he has found someone worth making plans with and not a one-night fuck.” The girl doing her nails snickers, and I am thinking she doesn’t care for Miss Fake and Bake either. As my beautician finishes my last swipe of color, she stands right up and storms off.
    The other manicurist doing Erin’s set takes in a deep breath, controlling her laughter. “Hey, don’t let Angela push your buttons. That girl is a gold digger and a slut. If this Ben guy slept with her once, who gives a crap? From what I just heard he found something worth his while.”
    As we pay for our treatments, I look at the clock and see that we have a couple of hours left until Ben picks me up. Erin finds it highly amusing that this Angela was forced to ring us out, and honestly, so do I. My phone rings. It’s Ben. Oh this is going to be bittersweet.
    “Hey Ben.” I force my voice a little louder for the bitch to hear.
    “Hey, Punky. Everything all right? You sound a little odd.” Ben knows something is up. He always does.
    I lick my lips and I nudge Erin’s foot with mine, to get her to pay attention. She smiles mischievously. “Everything is great, babe. Erin and I are just finishing up a little spa day.” I catch Blondie eyeing me.
    I hear Ben sigh on the other end, “I hope you feel relaxed then, because there is no way anyone could make you any more beautiful than you already are.”
    I don’t know how to respond when he says things like that, so I try to divert the topic. “So, do you have your costume all set? I can’t wait to see it!”
    I turn away from the counter and step away, not wanting to share any more of my business. I don’t want to share any part of my guy with anyone… ever. He is mine and only mine, just as I am only his. I cannot imagine being with another man emotionally or sexually. I know Ben has been with lots of women and that worries me constantly, but he assures me that I am enough for him. I think he was filling his life with women in the past, because of what his ex-fiancé pulled on him back in college.
    “Hey babe, I gotta go. Erin is waiting for me. I can’t wait to see you later.”
    “Oh, neither can I. I am curious to find out about this little surprise you have for me.”

 
     
     
    At home, as I get ready, I am cranking some good ol’ Spice Girls. I style my hair into pigtails, ala Baby Spice, and apply some light glittery eye shadow and some simple lip gloss.
    After I have it all on I skip to my full length mirror, and I am giddy with excitement. Oh! I almost forgot about my temporary tattoo! I rush to my purse and fish out the small sheet of temporary tattoos, cut out the British flag and slap that bitch on! Observing my good handy work, I think how I will look with a real tattoo… What would I get?
    I hear a light rapping at my door.
    Right on time. I grab a lollipop as I head for the door.
    “Fuck me” are the first words out of his beautiful mouth. I feel confident and sexy. Maybe it’s him or maybe it’s all the Spice Girls and the “girl power.” Either way, I