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regular
visits to the gym.
    ...you'll dress up real nice with the
girls...
    This dress was nice, alright. She just needed
to add a little something so that her neck did not look so
naked.
    Jessica fumbled through her jewelry armoire.
She snatched the silver pyramid necklace and laced it around her
neck. From a distance, the chain looked like a link of squares.
However, when light bounced off of each flattened pyramid,
different triangles reflected the light source and gave the
necklace dimension. Perfect.
    … dance your sweet ass off...
    She was going to dance for sure—all night,
until the doors close. She checked her armoire again for matching
earrings and put them on. The silver earrings shimmered amidst her
black hair and complemented the sparkle in her eyes.
    ...and get your sexy back.
    Her whole body tingled with excitement. She
was so ready to go clubbing tonight.
    She glanced at her face one more time. The
eyeshadow brought out the green in her eyes. Her creamy cheeks
already had a light coat of rouge. She applied the siren red
lipstick to her mouth, the last of her makeup, before her cell
phone rang.
    “Jessica Wyatt.”
    “Stop sounding like an office machine!”
Geneva Dubois's screech interrupted Jessica's reverie.
    “Sorry, Jen, that was automatic.” Still,
Jessica could not help but smile at her friend's scolding. She
started to clean up her makeup counter.
    “You can't be on auto-pilot tonight!” Jen
continued. “If you do, you won't get laid.”
    A squeaky, stainless steel, angular robot
getting laid entered her mind's eye. Jessica giggled. “I'm not
trying to get laid tonight.”
    “This ain't funny, missy. Nobody's gonna be
interested enough to follow up if you don't screw your siren head
on.”
    Funny. Jessica was thinking her lips were
already painted siren. She appreciated Jen because in so many ways
the two of them often vibed on the same wavelength.
    “Speaking of head,” Jen muttered, “what about
your hair?”
    “What about it?” Jessica looked into the
full-length mirror. Nothing wrong with her hair, as far as she
could tell.
    Jen cussed. “I bet you haven't done anything
with it. You really want to date nasty next morning club hair for
breakfast?”
    Jessica sighed. “What do you suggest, Oh
Mighty Queen of Club Hair?”
    “What are you wearing?”
    “A halter top dress.”
    “Braid it.”
    “And look like a pixie?” Jessica arched an
eyebrow.
    “Low. Start low and loose just below your
ears and tie it at the shoulders. The rest of your braid will
straggle quite nicely beyond that tie down to your dress and scream
SEXY with a capital S, especially with those killer shoulders of
yours.”
    Hmm, Jen had a point. Jessica started
braiding her hair.
    “I'm five minutes away now. Be down there in
your struts by the time I get there.”
    Tying her hair with a slim black hair tie,
Jessica knew what Jen meant by struts.
    “Aye, Captain. See you in five.” She hung up
and hurried over to her shoe organizer to slip into a pair of black
lace, pointy toe, mid-high pumps. The pumps were high enough to be
sexy but low enough for her to dance for a good few hours straight
without screaming for a foot op.
    She slipped into a black faux leather cropped
zip front jacket and shoved her keys and phone into a champagne
glitter wristlet pouch. She liked this clutch because of the added
security of the wristlet. Plus, the metallic glitter fabric
underscored her necklace and earrings.
    Taking one last look at the mirror, Jessica
bounded out to meet Jen.
    ***
    An Tang set the barbell back in its cradle
and sat up on the bench. He wiped the sweat off, stripped and took
a quick shower. This Sunday evening routine at his pad was getting
boring, yet much more bearable than the weekly phone calls from Má .
    As if on cue, his cell rang. He settled down
on the couch and took the call. “Má.”
    “Is that any way to greet your mother?” she
scolded.
    He tried to sound cheerful before but the
greeting