“Would you just open up about who it is already?”
Maddie didn't reply to the question. Instead, she whined, “Help me pick a dress!”
Vickie got up from the bed and walked towards her. “Not until you tell me who the date is.”
Holding a dress against her chest, Maddie rolled her eyes. “Oh, calm your t**s. It's Marcello.”
Vickie stuck her neck out in disbelief. “What? The Marcello —?”
“Yeah. That Marcello.”
“How come? And why didn't you tell me?”
Maddie shrugged. “Because I approached him first and I wanted to be sure he'd agree first. Remember I once said I would do anything to have s*x with him again?”
Vickie nodded, spellbound.
“Well, I reached out to him. I want s*x, too, and I can't keep going to that sexhouse and using toys.”
“So, you both have an arrangement.”
“I won't know t
