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Katie!”  She thought she recognized the voice.  “It’s me, Margaret.”  Margaret Johnson—no, she was Martin now, Margaret Martin.  Maureen and Kate had been friends since elementary school.  When they were juniors in high school, Maureen had moved into town and the three had soon become inseparable.  Still, Margaret had always been the third wheel.  For the last twelve years, they’d exchanged Christmas and birthday cards and had talked over the phone every few years.
     
    “Oh, hi there!  How are you doing?” 
     
    “I’m good.  Look, we’re gonna be close to your house and I was wondering if you wanted to get together.”
     
    Margaret lived six states away.  Kate hadn’t seen here since she’d married right out of high school.  “Wow!  That would be great.  When are you flying in?”
     
    “Oh, jeez Kate.  I didn’t mean close like in California, I meant close like we flew in two days ago and we’re just a few miles away.  Can we come by tonight?”  Tonight.  Jesus.  Kate looked at the microwave clock.  It was 5:25.  “We’ll bring take out.”
     
    “Um, sure.  That would be nice.”  She made sure Margaret had the right directions and hung up.  She immediately dialed Maureen.
     
    “What’s up, Sunshine?” 
     
    “Maur, I need you to come over.  Right now.”
     
    “Sweetie, I have an actual honest to goodness date.  What’s the emergency?”
     
    Kate sighed.  “No emergency, Maur.  It’s just that Margaret called.  She and her husband are gonna be here in an hour or so, and I didn’t want to see them by myself.”
     
    “No kidding, Maggie’s in town?  Wow.”
     
    “She hated that.”
     
    “What?”  Maureen  seemed genuinely oblivious.
     
    “When you called her that.  She wants everyone to use her full name.”
     
    “Whatever, honey.  I’m sorry but you’re on your own tonight.”  Kate listened and shook her head as though Maureen could see her through the phone lines.  “I’ll check in with you later, though.”  No amount of convincing changed her mind, and Kate gave up.  Evidently, a guy she’d met named Arnie had muscles the size of a mountain and a cock the size of the Eiffel Tower.  She finally hung up and let her go.
     
    She wondered how Margaret looked after all these years.  She was cute in high school, with curly blonde hair with streaks of soft red.  She’d been a cheerleader, and Kate wondered if she’d kept her figure.  She felt stupid, but she couldn’t stop thinking about it as she showered and got ready.  She felt dumb, but she picked out tight slacks and a beautiful peasant dress that she knew showed off her tits.  Jesus, I’m thirty years old, almost thirty one.   She couldn’t believe she was competing with a friend, especially a friend she hadn’t seen in all these years.  Still, she put on lipstick and eye shadow and brushed blush on her cheeks until she was satisfied.
     
    At 6:15, a knock came at the door.  She took a deep breath, walked to the door, and opened it.  She recognized Margaret right away.  She still looked perky, with perky breasts, a perky nose, and a perky mouth.  Her curly hair was still just as strawberry blonde and even it looked perky, and when she jumped forward to give Kate a perky hug, Kate looked down and noticed the ass beneath her white and lacy dress was perky, too.  Her husband was good looking, with short brown hair, a slightly crooked nose, and mischievous, boyish eyes.  He smiled when Margaret finally let go and extended his hand, introducing himself as Joey.   He had a bag, and Kate could smell Indian food coming from it. 
     
    It took a while, but by the time they had finished the pickles and were tucking into the aloo gobi and the tandoori chicken, it was like high school again, only Margaret wasn’t the third wheel at all, Kate was.  Still, Joey and Margaret were charming, and she enjoyed their company.  When they finished eating, the two guests