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Only Cake Can Save This Day
The raised voices reach me before my hand is on the spa’s glass door. What I’m not expecting to see—and something I will never be able to unsee—is Lucy Collins standing with her spa robe open, boobs spilling out of her bra (this one a zebra print) and two ice packs shoved on her groin. Despite the apparent agony she claims to be in, she’s doing a fine job berating Tabby and poor Tiffany, the waxing esthetician.
“Ladies, let’s take this into one of the rooms, shall we?” I don’t give Lucy Collins an opportunity to object. Arm draped over her shoulders, I steer her into the room farthest down the hall, away from the other customers having massages and treatments that are meant to be relaxing.
Once the door is closed, the tirade starts anew. “This girl is the
