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hot. But I see that pair of Weitzman in your closet. You need to break those things in so you can wear them out. “
    Em sighed with resignation. Ashley wouldn’t give up and the sooner she got to the pub, the sooner she could come home and relax in the deep claw-foot tub with a nice whiskey and a book.
    “WHAT is THAT?” exclaimed Ashley, gaping at Em in horror as Em changed clothes.
    “What?” Em looked down at her body.
    Ashley put her hand over her eyes. “Em, Em, Em. What am I going to do with you? Cotton granny panties? Beige functional bra? You make good money! Why don’t you buy good underwear?”
    “This is good underwear. It’s supportive and covers everything that needs to be covered.”
    “No, that is emphatically not good underwear. You’re too practical for your own good, Em.”
    “I don’t like those molded cups, and I need underwire. And these panties don’t give VPL like bikinis do.”
    “That thing covering your ass is not ‘panties’; it’s practically a body stocking. And thongs don’t give VPL.”
    Em shuddered. “Baby steps, Ash, baby steps. That blouse you’ve got me wearing tonight exposes half my chest. That’s adventurous enough for the time being. Besides, no one sees my undergarments.”
    Ashley sighed. “Okay, Em,” she said grudgingly. “But at some point, someone is going to see your panties besides me, and you’re going to want them to be pretty.”
    Em rolled her eyes. “Whatever, Ashley. No one really cares about what underwear looks like. They just get taken off. Why bother?”
    “‘Why bother?’ Ashley boggled at her friend’s attitude. “It’s part of taking care of yourself. You won’t be sexy and beautiful until you feel sexy and beautiful and…”
    “...And having a string of material between my asscheeks is not going to make me feel beautiful, Ashley, so give it up.”
    “Hmph. Fine then. But we’re going to go lingerie shopping very, very soon, missy.”
    “Oh, you’re serious now, because that’s twice you’ve broken out the ‘missy’ on me. Okay, we’ll go next time I’m in town. I’m back out in two days. That’ll give you time to find stores that have big girl sexy stuff.”
    Em finished dressing and struck a pose. “There, happy?”
    “You look so great!” Ashley squealed. “Karaoke won’t know what hit it. Seriously Em, you look fantastic.”
    Em blushed. She didn’t know if this was a good idea, but she was doing it.
    “Okay, we need to leave before I chicken out of wearing this shirt, Ash.”

Chapter 6   
    Mick sat on an end barstool, nursing a beer and watching the crowd. He had arrived at a quarter until nine to find Rory perusing the karaoke selection list, choosing whatever obnoxious song he was going to inflict on an unsuspecting audience tonight.
    Mick shook his head. He knew that wasn’t fair to his best friend. Rory had a fantastic singing voice and a dynamic personality, and if he was honest with himself, he was a little bit jealous of Rory’s charisma. Not for the first time, he wondered how on Earth they had ever become close friends.
    Mick grinned in memory at that first meeting. Rory coming up to him in the cafeteria, bold as can be, sticking out his hand, and saying, “You’re new. I’m new. Let’s be mates,” his Irish brogue so thick that Mick could barely understand him. Mick remembered being shocked at his confidence, but mostly he remembered the tall girl standing silently beside Rory, all eyes and wild red hair.
    “This is my sister, Grace,” Rory said, jerking a thumb behind him. “She’ll be a friend, too, but not too friendly, ‘cause she’s my sister.” He narrowed his eyes at Mick, emphasizing the word “sister.” Heh. We all know how that one turned out.
    Mick glanced up to see the pretty bartender looking at him expectantly and realized that she had been talking to him. “I said, congratulations,” she repeated.
    “Uh, thanks?” Mick said. “What are you congratulating me