Reese was a tall and leggy order of caramel cream with long black hair that fell over her shoulders and almond shaped, brown eyes. She had the perfect job as a writer for the answer to the hip, independent, and sexy woman of today. Her apartment balcony overlooked a busy Virginia City, but she rarely went out on it. Instead she was sitting in her pretty white chairs that matched her pretty white table in the kitchen looking at her laptop screen. A coffee cup with the words "sun your bum" over a cheesecake model was beside of her containing a nice cold cup of Root Beer, and on those hard nights a bottle of coconut rum and a jar of green olives were beside it.

"I can’t write," Reese stated in her eggshell white phone that was expertly balanced on her shoulder as she her fingers waited patiently on the keyboard for some idea to come springing forth and make it self known on the screen through her fingers. Ha, great. Her miracle wishing was to be possessed. Lovely, maybe VC Andrews would take some time out of her busy schedule of being dead just to inhabit her body for just a little while and get an article out and about. Her deadline was 72 hours. She was dead.

"What do you mean you can’t write?" Bethany asked on her cell phone as she headed in a bagel shop. She had been on one of those fancy shmansy diets for the past week and she decided that one splurging was not going to hurt her hips one bit and if it did, they could just get over it with ten minutes on her fitness flyer.

"I mean that I can’t write," Reese replied shaking her head and moving her dark hair out of her face. "I’m looking at the screen and nothing is coming to me." She shifted her legs in the white chair, drawing them up so she rested her elbows on them while she leaned back in the chair.

"Bullshit. You need to get laid," Bethany replied totally oblivious to the two snarling women to her right who still thought that sex wasn’t something you talked about like the weather. "Give me two cinnamon bagels with extra cream cheese," She told the people behind the counter.

"Is sex your answer to everything? And you’re getting bagels?" Reese asked not hiding the envy that was in her voice.

"Yes, but if you tell Edwardo I’ll kill you," Bethany stated. Edwardo was this twenty-something Puerto Rican hunk of a man who was Bethany’s personal trainer in more ways than one. "And sex is the answer in this case. You write a series in a magazine. A series which is usually filled with romance and our heroine having one night stands with some of the most handsome characters to ever cross the glossy pages of a magazine. "Think about it Reese. When was the last time you climbed a man good?"

Reese couldn’t help, but laugh. Bethany talked about sex like it was nothing. Reese was a little more reserved and felt herself flush by just hearing the word. "Bethany!" Reese sputtered covering up her face in her hands even though the only person who would see her turning the bright red colors of her nails was her cat, Spice.

"Reese Cup!" Bethany replied whipping out the old nickname for her old friend. "I mean seriously. When was the last time you had an orgasm? I know a great lover who’s friends with Edwardo. One night with no strings attached. He’ll even wine and dine you before hand. What do you say Reese? Trust me he’ll do anything…" Bethany replied emphasizing the anything as the slapped a ten on the counter, grabbing her bag and heading back out in the traffic of the lunch time traffic.

"I am not going out with some prostitute," Reese replied feeling her voice squeak as she huddled even closer to herself in the chair.

"He isn’t a prostitute. He just likes beautiful women and with one look at you, I’m sure he wouldn’t accept any money anyway," Bethany pressed taking one of the bagels out and biting into it, letting the cream filling fill her mouth with fatty bliss.

"I am not having some one night stand Bethy…" Reese retorted. "I-I’m not like that," She added.

"Oh like it’s a bad thing," Bethany snarled. "I’m sure Shakespeare had a few on the side. Have you seen that movie? Mmmm…Richard Fienes. You know I know someone that looks like him. Quite the poet," Bethany reminisced.

"No," Reese said simply.

"Come on Reese. Let Gary be your sexual release. We can even shop for some sexy lingerie to wear," Bethany argued pouting as she took another bite of the bagel.

"Gary? What kind of name is that? There is no way that I’m going to sleep with a ‘Gary’," Reese muttered taking a sip of her Root Beer.

"What is this Gary is very well endowed," Bethany purred wiping her lips on a napkin as she moved some of her white blonde hair from her shoulders.

"And what if I don’t believe you? Are you going to give me references?" Reese challenged.

"I can," Bethany sighed searching in her pocketbook for her Day Planner.

"Oh! I don’t believe this," Reese laughed shaking her head. "No. No sex with guys named Gary."

Bethany flipped through the pages of her address book. "Well we have a Jack, John, and Lou. Take your pick," Bethany suggested.

"No, Bethany. I’m not having sex on my first date with some stranger," Reese answered stressing the stranger part as she moved through her kitchen opening a can of cat food for the solid cubby mass of cat that barely wobbled through the kitty door.

"Well how about you just let this person take you out and see where you go from there? It would be you guy’s choice if you wanted to go any farther," Bethany stated crossing the street between Apperson and Clendennen.

"Just dinner?" Reese asked suspicious and she dished out the Seafood Platter Flavored mush into Spice’s dark blue dish.

"Just dinner, I swear on my Gucci Handbag," Bethany promised looking at the simple black bag with appreciation.

Reese sighed. She knew that Bethany meant business if she would swear her most prized fashion accessory. "Fine," She sighed.

"Great!" Bethany rejoiced, "How about you met me over at ‘Whispers’ in about an hour and we’ll pick up some naughty black underwear?" Reese was just about to protest when she heard Bethany finished off, "This is going to be so much fun! I’ll see you then!" She then heard the click of the phone as Bethany hung up.

Reese took the phone away from her ear and just looked at it. "I’m going crazy," She told herself setting it down as her cat wound around her ankle’s, its soft brown fur brushing her with its velvety softness. She reached down to scratch his ears as she set down his food dish, but as soon as the food was within smelling dishes he left her grasp to eat. Reese shook her head. Not even her cat was reliable. Wonderful. Now what was she going to wear to go underwear shopping in?