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talking about it with your best friend, or in my case, my sister. So the next morning, as I sat on the bed in my guest room watching Laura unpack some of her clothes and hang them in the closet, I exploded. Enthusiasm was gushing out of me as I told my completely innocent, sexually inexperienced sister all about my amazing night.
    “I can’t believe you almost had sex in Donatella’s bathroom,” she said, her tone both disapproving and filled with intrigue.
    “Trust me, neither can I.”
    “So what’s it like?” she asked me, “Sleeping with someone you barely know.”
    “Fun, Laura!” I shouted. Then I stood up on the bed and began jumping. “Fun! Fun! Fun!”
    She gave me a look like I was nuts.
    “Please don’t judge me,” I said, still jumping.
    “I’m trying not to,” she said, “It just seems…”
    “What?”
    “Don’t you feel even the least bit slutty?” she asked.
    I shouted even louder and jumped higher, “Yes! Yes I do!” Then I began laughing, and as much as she tried to hide it, Laura couldn’t help but laugh too. My episode on the bed was interrupted by the ringing of Laura’s cell phone, which was a hilarious shock in and of itself.
    “ Touch me in the morning…then just walk away…” I heard Diana Ross belt out. It took a couple seconds for my mind to register that my sister had changed her ring tone from one of the generic rings that came with her phone to Diana Ross’s 1970 something mega-hit, “Touch Me in the Morning.”
    Immediately I burst out laughing.
    “What’s so funny?” she asked me as she walked over to the night stand where her phone was sitting, “I happen to love that song.”
    I giggled, thinking about how humorous it really was. My sister, Miss Prim and Proper, workaholic, mother of the year for eighteen years was now being the drama queen she’d accused me of being my whole life by going to the extreme of changing her ringtone to one of the most depressing (but beautiful) love songs of all time. But although really funny in a way, the reality of Laura being in so much pain that she went to this extreme was incredibly sad.
    Laura answered, “Hi Mom. I’m at Em’s, unpacking some of my stuff and hearing about her date.” After a few moments of what I assumed was my mother complaining that I hadn’t gone into enough detail when I came to pick up Isabelle, Laura said, “Okay, well how about lunch this week? Wednesdays are the best day for me…uh huh…okay Mom, I’ll tell her. Okay, bye.”
    She hung up and then said, “Mom wants to talk to us about something.”
    “Is it me or is something going on with her?” I asked.
    “Something’s weird and I can’t put my finger on it.”
    “I hope dad’s okay,” I said.
    “I know. I actually asked her that and she said he was. You don’t think she would lie, do you?”
    “I don’t, but something’s definitely not right.”
    “Well, I guess we’ll find out Wednesday. Can you go to lunch?”
    I looked at Laura, my giddy mood turning a bit somber, “Am I free? Is that what you’re asking? Because if it is, of course I’m free. I have no professional life, no job to go to, no aspirations. I’m just a middle-aged woman who’s having amazing sex. That’s it.”
    Laura smiled, “Can I ask you something?”
    “Sure.”
    “Is he a good guy?”
    “I don’t know. My gut says yes, but is that really important right now? I mean, I’m not even sure if I’m ever going to see him again.”
    As those words came out of my mouth, I got a text. It was as if Preston was listening to our conversation and decided he had to set me straight. I read it aloud. “I want more.”
    Laura gasped.
    While giggling, I texted back my gut instinct of a reply, “Yes u do and u will have it!” I couldn’t believe how bold I was. Then again, I couldn’t believe anything about myself, starting at the point where I was on my knees (pre-scraped) on my friend’s kitchen floor kissing a complete stranger. But there was