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outfit for her date with Gabriel.  So far, neither Daniella nor Alexandra had been helpful in the least.  She stood alone in her closet, searching for an outfit that was even remotely sexy while they relaxed on her bed and talked.  Their incessant chatter did little more than make her more nervous than she was already.
    “Oh my God, I can’t believe she’s finally going to bang him,” Alexandra exclaimed in her husky voice.
    “Alex!” Daniella admonished.  “You don’t know that for a fact!”
    “Hello!  I’m right here you guys!  And I hear everything you’re saying!” Melissa reminded them sharply from her closet.
    “She so needs to get laid.  It’s why she’s so cranky, you know,” Alexandra said in an exaggerated whisper.
    “Eww!  Come on Alex!” Daniella warned.
    “Guys!”  Melissa called then stepped out.  “First of all, my father is downstairs and has, like, super hearing or something.  And just because I’m eighteen and technically an adult doesn’t mean he won’t freak out about me, you know, going all the way with Gabriel.  Knowing him, he’d probably try to ground me.  You know how he is, his house, his rules, remember?  Second of all, I don’t even know if Gabriel, I’m mean, I’m not sure if he even wants to.”
    “He’s a guy,” Daniella said in a low voice. “He definitely wants to.”
    “I’m not so sure,” Melissa said more to herself than the others.
    “Maybe he’s saving himself for marriage,” Daniella offered.
    “Ha!  Are you high or something?  There is no way a guy that fine is saving himself for marriage.  Melissa is going to get a piece of that tonight.  She just needs to shake her sweet ass a little more so he takes notice.  No more frump-girl, right, Missy?”
    Though Alexandra knew far more about Gabriel that Daniella, she never let on.  She maintained her usual crudeness and sense of humor.
    “How can you even say that?” Daniella asked incredulously.  “His looks have nothing to do with his morality or character.  Just look at that baseball player.  He is handsome and rich and adheres to higher moral standards than his teammates.”
    “Oh bullshit!  Take your head out of your ass!” Alexandra replied heatedly.  “That guy probably pays hookers on the down-low!  There’s no way he’s for real.  That piousness is just that, an act .  You’ll see.  Some rubber-faced prostitute will surface before you know it and do a tell-all for a nice chunk of change.”
    “Jeez, Alex, don’t hold back, tell us what you really think,” Melissa laughed.  “So I’m Frump-girl, huh? Seriously?”
    “Yeah Alex.  Frump-girl?  Not nice.  And take my head out of my ass?  That’s uncalled for,” Daniella said feigning hurt feelings.
    “I’m sorry but you know I’m right.  Not about your head being in your ass, about the other stuff.”
    “Well, we’ll just agree to disagree on this one, Alex,” Daniella said.
    “Please do,” Melissa added.  “So I’m still Frump-girl?”
    “In that outfit, yes,” Alexandra asserted.  “Go back in your closet and find something better.”
    “I thought you guys were here to help me.”
    “Trust me, I just did. Now get back in there and tramp it up a bit!”
    Melissa did not bother arguing with her friend.  She knew it was useless.  Instead, she rolled her eyes and returned to her closet.  As she pushed hanger after hanger aside, she realized she did not own anything that could be considered sexy.  The majority of her outfits consisted of jeans and T-shirts.  She had very few skirts, dresses or slacks.  She was about to give up and wear a pair of sweatpants when a piece of pale gauzy, cloth caught her eye.  She looked more closely and noticed that the tags were still on it, that it was a lightweight dress she had bought a year earlier for a family party but had decided it was too form-fitting and did not wear it.  She had planned to return it, but never did. 
    As she pulled