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is, I'm in
    charge."
     
    "Tell me about it,"
    Nikki said knowingly.
    "Everybody imagines you're this delicate little flower, but underneath the sweetness lies a heart of stone, right?"
     
    Lara chuckled.
    "Right."
     
    "And talking of your stony heart, you'd better find someone to date on this movie. You're definitely in need of thawing out."
     
    "How many times must I tell you?"
    Lara sighed.
    "I'm perfectly happy on my own."
     
    "In that case I'm buying you a vibrator for your birthday."
     
    "You're vulgar, you know that?"
     
    "What's \-ulgar about a vibrator? It's better than a man any day, and vibrators don't give you any shit. They're reliable, always on time, and you don't have to look your best."
     
    Lara laughed and hung up.
     
    "Did I hear the word vibrator?"
    Roxy asked, skilfully folding tinfoil.
     
    "My friend Nikki,"
    Lara replied.
    "All she's interested in is fixing me up."
     
    "Nikki . . . Nikki . . . isn't she the costume designer who Carried your ex-husband?"
     
    "That's her."
     
    Jeez - you're understanding,"
    Roxy said, rolling her eyes. T got two exes, an"
    if I see either of
    "em walkin"
    down the street, I cross over to avoid
    "em. They're both bastards. One of
    "em was screwin"
    my sister - an"
    the other one I caught wearin"
    my best ack dress along with my gold evening shoes. How's that for balls °f steel?"
     
    "I'm sure you handled it perfectly."
     
    41 "You bet! I raced into Bloomingdale's, charged five thousand bucks"
    worth of designer clothes on his credit card, then divorced the cross-dressing sonofabitch."
    She shrieked with laughter,
    "j wasn't around to see his face when he got the bill - gotta hunch he's iri//payin"
    it off."
     
    Lara smiled, for as long as she'd known Roxy there were always tales of dastardly men who'd done her wrong. Yoko, her regular make-up person, also had man problems, as did Angie, her standin. It was nice that on this movie she'd be surrounded by familiar faces - women she'd worked with before, and enjoyed having around.
     
    "Did you run into Mr Carson yet?"
    Roxy asked, standing back to admire her work.
     
    "Not yet."
     
    "Major babe,"
    Roxy said, sucking in her cheeks.
     
    "What's his reputation?"
    Lara asked, knowing that Roxy always had the inside story.
     
    Roxy spoke and worked at the same time.
    "His wife threw him out on account of the fact she found him playin"
    you show me yours I'll show you mine with some bimbo TV anchor, /should be so lucky. A week later she ran off with her trainer. Word is, Kyle wants wifey pie back, "cause she's goin"
    for half his fortune. An"
    since he's made like a jillion movies in the last ten years, she could score big."
     
    1 Very big:
    "You know what surprises me about guys?"
    Roxy said, raising her thinly pencilled eyebrows.
     
    "What?"
    Lara asked, amused.
     
    "They're always ready to give up their pissy little dicks, but when it comes to money, they hang on like we're nailin"
    their precious balls to the hood of a 1965 Cadillac!"
     
    "You're so eloquent,"
    Lara said, still smiling.
     
    "Yeah, that's what my date said the other night - right after I told him to screw off on account of the fact he came all over my new Anne Klein skirt."
     
    "Roxy!"
     
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    "Well? he did,"
    she said indignantly.
    "What was I supposed to do? Kiss him? I don't think so."
     
    j\s Roxy finished twisting the last strip of tinfoil there was a knock on the trailer door.
     
    "Who is it?"
    Roxy yelled out.
     
    The door opened a few inches and Kyle Carson stuck his head
    He was goodlooking in a laid-back way - kind of a latter day Garv Cooper. He had an easygoing smile and fine brown hair that seemed to be thinning in the front, although a cunning hairpiece hid this fact from his adoring fans.
     
    "Hello,"
    he said.
    "Is Lara Ivory around?"
     
    Lara twisted in her chair.
    "You've caught me in my tinfoil,"
    she said, pulling a rueful face.
     
    "Will it embarrass you if I come in?"
     
    "Not at all."
     
    "Hi,"
    he said,