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exercise."
    "Sexercise! Hell, we even have a tag line." I laugh, upping my bet. "This is a way to turn that old upstairs apartment into something good. Come on, Ki, Luke and the rest of the pricks will eat this shit up on a silver serving platter."
    She matches my bet, studying me carefully. I smirk and toss down my cards. "Full house!" I laugh, leaning back in my chair. "Aces over queens, baby."
    "Dammit, you have to be cheating!" Ki complains, looking to Leah who just shakes her head.
    Tossing down her cards into a pile, she crosses her arms over her chest and sighs loudly. "Do you really think it could be a good thing, Shel? I mean, people will pay for that?"
    "I'd pay your ass for lessons," Leah says with a giggle.
    "Leah!" Ki laughs.
    Ki and I both immediately look at her, both of us going wide eyed. Leah blushes, then shrugs. "What? Baby making should be memorable. At this point, the sex is just so… mechanical."
    "Any luck on making us aunties anytime soon?" Ki asks while Leah shuffles the cards.
    "We are lucky to even have sex. It's gets a bit repetitive after a while. Tuesday and Thursday are prime fertility days," she rambles. "Missionary and doggie style are the best positions for us, so we rarely mix it up. After, I lay there for thirty minutes with my pelvis propped up by a wedge pillow and my legs in the air so Charlie's swimmers have a better chance of getting where they need to be."
    "For fuck's sake," I laugh. "Sweets, you two gotta relax. Just get drunk and fuck each other stupid in every way possible until neither of you can walk right. I can get a chair and sit in the corner. If you’re not doing it right, I’ll just step in with my laser pointer and give you a play-by-play plan to the end zone." Leaning over, I wink at her. “Or, as I like to call it, the ‘Oooooh-zone’.”
    "Shelby Winston," Ki says, pointing to me like one of those bitches on the Price is Right. "Cock connoisseur and expert on all things fuck."
    "The Pricktator!" I laugh, slapping the table.
    "Hell yes!" they say in unison. Holding up their soda cans, they toast before clinking theirs with mine.
    "Alright," Ki says blowing out a breath. "I'll run our idea by Luke tonight and see what he thinks."
    My phone vibrates inside my bra making me roll my eyes. Yanking it free, I jab the button and hold it to my ear. "Hello, this is Shelby with Artistic Pricks Ink," I say politely since, if the guys are busy, the office phones forward to my cell to avoid missed bookings and emergencies.
    "Name's Carl. I own the Renegade Tavern on Eleventh Street. Got a guy here, Mitch; he yours? Found the card in his wallet," the deep voice says into the phone. "He's not exactly gonna be drivin' any time soon. Honestly, not too sure he's gonna be walkin' without help."
    My stomach turns. Knowing that Mitch has done this again. It makes me mad, but it also makes me sad at the same time. Yes, I hurt for him knowing that he is going through this, but I'm pissed off he is putting everyone around him through it too. We all worry about Mitch; yes, this includes me, but something has to change. This system clearly isn't getting results.
    Grabbing the pad we have been using to keep score, I jot down the address. "Thanks, I can be there in twenty."
    "What the hell was that about?" Leah asks, waggling her perfectly shaped eyebrows at me. "Is it that guy you went out with last night? Drew?"
    "I went out with Devon last night and no that wasn’t him.”
    Leaning up in her seat, she scans the notepad. Arching her brow, Leah purses her lips. “Carl, huh? Poor Drew.”
    “Ugh, I’ll spare you all the horrifying details on Devon,” I correct her again, “but yeah, it was bad. Needless to say, there won’t be a second date," I mutter, quickly shoving my phone back into my bra and pushing to my feet. I don't know what it is, but I can't bring myself to tell the girls about Mitch. Honestly, there's no real reason to worry everyone when I am already taking care of it,