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and the immediate DINGDONG of the doorbell was more than obnoxious: it was an interruption and ruining of the most perfect moment--opportunity--experience Chris could remember. He rushed into the bathroom, leaving the door open, and looked into the mirror for a second before splashing ice cold water over his face, hoping he could get his arousal to calm down. He had a wet spot in his underwear and could hear the high pitched screech of a child beyond the room.
    God, what had just happened .? Had he imagined it?
    Mason, for his part, felt his heart pounding with both anxiety and frustration. He welcomed Victoria in and prepared himself for the usual.
    “What took you so long?” she demanded.
    “I didn’t know you were coming over,” Mason said.
    “Well, do I need an appointment? Are you that busy?” his ex said, sarcastically,  her bracelets jangling as she brought her hand up to her face in mock amazement.
    Mason ignored her and grunted as he lifted his baby girl up into the air.
    “Daddy. Daddy. Put me down.” Lili squealed with delight.
    “You mean, you don’t want me to make you an airplane? Brrrr...” Mason roared, spinning his daughter through the air like a jet.
    “Don’t get her riled up, please.” Victoria snapped, “God, why’s it so hot in here? Are you going to offer me something to drink?”
    “One second,” Mason said.  H e passed by the bathroom and eyeballed for Chris as if he should come out, or better yet, leave.
    “So, what’s up?” Mason asked, running some tap water into a glass.
    “From the faucet?” she whined, “Don’t you have some juice? You never have anything in your fridge.”
    Lili was clinging like a monkey to Mason’s bare leg. He just walked around with her hanging on there, encouraging her to make monkey noises, which she did most hilariously.
    “So, I need a little money,” Victoria said.
    “But I just gave you... ” Mason started to respond.
    “Well, I need a little more,” she cut him off, one hand out , the other on her hip.
    At this moment, Chris finally emerged from the bathroom, much to Mason’s relief. Either he needed to get out as soon as possible, or help him improve Victoria’s horrible presence.
    “Hey, thanks for letting me use your bathroom,” Chris said, coming out of the hallway. “I better get running.”
    “Who’s this?”  the woman asked with sudden energy, her tone flirtatious.
    “I’m Chris, and your name is...?” Chris asked, most charmingly.  He smiled broadly and held out his hand.
    “Lydia-Victoria,” she smiled , chewing on her gum, as she gave him a limp handshake. “But you can call me Victoria. He’s cute, Mason. Where’d you get such a cute friend?” she enquired. Her hair was dyed a remarkably convincing shade of corn silk blonde, but her features made it clear she was a native Tica.  Everything about her foundation, iridescent blue contact lenses, and form of dress made it apparent she was trying to look like a Beverly Hills starlet.
    “You married?” she asked Chris.
    “No, I..” Chris stammered.
    “He’s my client, Victoria. And all I’ve got is faucet water. Take it or leave it,” he said , handing the glass to her.
    She took it, her manicured hand seizing it as hesitantly as if it was a filthy toilet brush, “Don’t mind him,” she said to Chris. “So you were saying, married? Wouldn’t he and Priscilla make the cutest couple?
    “Um ... yeah. Except that...” Mason started to explain.
    “Uck .” Victoria gagged, looking down in her glass with revulsion, “Don’t you know how to wash your dishes? God, Mason. It looks like there’s a piece of corn in there.”
    “You’re exaggerating,” Mason sighed, “It’s just a hard water stain from the dishwasher.”
    “I better go,” Chris blurted. “Thanks again for everything, Mason. Nice to meet you, Victoria.” Chris said, seeing himself out the door.
    “See ya,” he heard Mason call after him , but before he could shake his hand