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leapt in her chest. “What is it?”
    “There’s an opening for lady wrestlers. How are you with hot mud?”
    Kat’s jaw dropped in disbelief.
    “Just kidding,” Ms. Mickel said with a wink. “Let’s see what we can find in the way of entry-level computer jobs...”
    The semi-nude couple writhed and intertwined across the tabletop. The scene dissolved into a series of passionate kisses and darting tongues, as they twisted their bodies in ways that seemed to defy the limits of human anatomy.
    It was a miracle that no one else happened to come into the pizza shop.
    “Her food’s gotta be burning by now,” Bobby said. “What did she order? A calzone?”
    Sarah shook her head. “Pizza,” she replied. She took on a breathy tone as she grinned and added, “With everything ..
    “Golly, Grunge,” Roxy said, shaking and shimmying around the room to the bump and grind music that pulsed through the moaning. “I never knew these ‘special interest’ videos of yours could be so entertaining. No wonder it’s all you do all the time.”
    Grange clasped a pair of throw pillows to his ears and kept his eyes clamped shut. “I’m not listening! I’m not listening! La la la la—I’m not listening!”
    The gang was home now, sprawled across the plush, L-shaped sofa in their lavish penthouse suite at the Omni Seasons. Bobby reclined lazily in the corner of the L, and regarded his friend through half-closed eyes. “Something wrong, Gee? Not up for a little pom?” He gasped in mock horror. “Oh! The bet! This must make it real hard for you, huh? How insensitive of me.”
    With a grin, Bobby shot a glance at the television. “Oh, wait—here’s a good part.” He pointed the remote control at the screen and scanned back a few seconds to replay the scene. The woman was spanking the clerk with the paddle he used to make pizza.
    All Grunge could do was voice a strangled cry.
    Just then, the front door burst open. The team started to jump to their feet, instantly alert and ready to defend themselves against any possible attack. Then, they relaxed again as Kat literally danced into the apartment. She was singing to herself and virtually walking on air. Kat leaped and twirled around her friends, leaving them amused and curious.
    “Geez,” Roxy said, wide-eyed. “What’s up with you, sis?”    '    '
    Grunge gave a knowing look. “Looks like someone got herself a little—”    .
    “A little whatT Bobby asked hastily.
    Grunge caught himself. “Um ... piece of paper. Kat’s got a little piece of paper. In her hand, there.”
    “Grunge, my perceptive friend, you are so right!” Kat could hardly contain her excitement as she held up the paper that she carried. “I do indeed have a piece of paper in my hand. And do you know what’s on this wonderful, little piece of paper?”
    “Next week’s lottery number?” Sarah said with a bemused smile.
    Kat pretended not to hear her. She carefully opened the paper. “On this paper is a schedule of interviews. For me. For tomorrow.”
    “You’re being interviewed?” Bobby asked.
    “Like, on TV?” said Roxy.
    “Or in Play —,” said Grunge.
    “What’s that?” Bobby asked him.
    “Um... in a magazine?” said Grunge. “One that doesn’t have any pictures?”
    Kat waved off the guesses with the back of her hand. “No, no, not that kind of interview,” she said. “This is much better. So much better. I’m being interviewed—
    “—for a job\”
    Four pairs of eyes grew as wide as saucers. Kat beamed. For the longest time, no one spoke. Then, all four of her friends responded at once:
    “A JOB?!"
    Grinning widely, Kat nodded over and over. “Yes! A job! Can you believe it? Isn’t it great?”
    “Are you nuts '!!” Roxy replied.
    Grunge spread his arms wide and gestured around them. “What would you want a job for? Look around! We’re already livin’ large!”
    It was true that the luxury apartment was something that most New Yorkers—who were