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he kissed my neck, his hands caressed my breasts. I unzipped my jeans and kicked them off. Within seconds, Jamie was undressed. He lifted me up almost to the top of the railing, and pushed inside of me. I gasped as my bare flesh touched the cold metal. I tightly wrapped my legs around him. With each thrust of his body, his kisses got deeper and more passionate. I grabbed the back of his hair until, in anintense surge, we came together. He held me for a few seconds, both of us too depleted to move.
    When he finally lifted me off the railing, we looked at each other and laughed. One thing we never lacked was passion.
    Within seconds, Jamie grabbed his pants, put them back on, and said, “That was great, babe, but we can’t keep the great Harvey Leder waiting.” He slapped my butt and said, “Come on, little missy, get a move on.”
    I was slightly stunned by the speed with which he had shifted gears. I could have used a little post-sex affection. When I realized it wasn’t going to happen, I agreed, gave him a peck on the cheek, and went inside to shower and change. It wasn’t worth complaining. Jamie was in a good mood, and I didn’t want to risk pissing him off.
    Within the hour, we were driving in his black 2008 Jaguar XK, an overpriced and awesome convertible that—unbeknown to my mother—I had bought for him on his last birthday. He usually drove way too fast but, wonder of wonders, this time he kept below the speed limit.
    He was smiling and in great spirits. I knew I had made the right decision not to tell him that, although the sex was hot, I didn’t appreciate his slam-bam-thank-you-ma’am moves. He turned up the radio and we sang at the top of our lungs.
    There was hardly any traffic on Sunset going east, so we made great time. He took a left onto Bellagio and went through Bel Air’s faux-gated entrance.
    Almost all the homes in Bel Air are private, hidden behind huge hedges and wrought-iron gates from curiosity-seekers on the winding roads of the community. The hedges appear to have been manicured to within an inch of their lives. It was a beautiful night, and the car hugged the curves as we made our way up to Stradella Road.
    We turned onto the gravely street and Jamie pulled up to the video intercom. He pushed the button and waved to the camera. Like magic, the gates opened miraculously.
    The private road that led up to the estate was artistically lined with dozens of palm trees. As we drove closer to the estate, the air became thick with the intoxicating aroma of purple and red bougainvillea. Jamie pulled into the circular driveway, gave the car keys to the valet, and we rang the bell.
    Harvey’s wife, Mitzy, a stick-thin woman in her sixties, opened the door for us. She was the type of woman Mom would shake her head about. Her face was pulled too tight from an excessive number of facelifts. Her lips appeared to be ten times larger than they were the last time we’d seen her. Likewise with her boobs, which looked brand-spankin’ new and also ten times larger than the last time we saw her.
    She wore a tight, black, low-cut sleeveless dress that made her waist look miniscule. The dress was vintage Chanel, and to give her petite frame a boost, she wore four-inch heels, killer-black satin Jimmy Choos with silver pavé buckles on the sides.
    I’ve always found it strange that these types of women were always striving to make certain parts of their bodies extremely big and other parts quite small. What would happen if one day all the women like Mitzy woke up and found that the parts that were supposed to be small were large, and vice versa? It would be a laughable tragedy of dramatic proportions and I made a mental note to tell this to Mom. She’d find it hilarious.

    Mitzi gave me what Mom refers to as the “dreaded Beverly Hills air kiss.” She then gushed over Jamie and gestured us to follow her.
    As we passed an enormous gilded mirror in the hallway, I gave my long brown hair a quick fix. It had