I own nothing. Authors note. Yes, I know this is a little more perverted than my usual stories, but I just felt like it related more to Rhonda than a cute little story would.

I sat on my couch watching the big screen and drinking a cup of tea when the couple seemed to fall in love on the screen. It was one of my favorites, but the love scenes seemed more bitter than sweet tonight.

"Kiss me, my darling. Let me at least enjoy this one moment with you. Give me that joy, if only that one." The woman cried as her handsome hero tried to leave her and go back to his wife.

A cheater, at least Sid wasn't that.

Maybe he wasn't a hero, but he couldn't just leave her. Lilith was younger and more beautiful than his wife, yet he was still going to leave and try and fix things with his wife. What fool would trade love over beauty?

Was there really something to this love business? I shrugged and turned off the T.V. before the woman started crying again. How pathetic to cry over a man I thought, but wasn't I close to doing the same thing just a few hours ago?

Stupid movie. It had gotten inside my head. I shook my head and headed up stairs. The maid would put my cup in the sink. I checked my window. Sid sometimes snuck up here in the middle of the night. He was always gone before my parents got home. After the first time, the cuddling seemed to stop. After the fifth so did the sweet whispers in my ear. It seemed like each visit got shorter and now they would never come again.

I closed the window and tried to push Sid out of my mind. Tried and failed. By morning I had barley gotten two hours of sleep. It was Saturday. I looked at my Phone. 8:30. I started to put it away for another hour of sleep when it started to ring. Perfect timing. At least whoever it was couldn't see me.

"Morning Precious."

CURLY. How did he know I was awake?

"I was expecting your voicemail, but since you're up. Do you want to go to the mall? I just got my truck back, and I figured we needed to pick my suit out anyway." He paused waiting for a response.

I didn't want to be seen today, but he really did need a suit. I needed to make sure people knew who I was going with, so they wouldn't be surprised when I showed up without Sid. I bet Stinky and Harold already knew. Gerald and Phoebe probably heard it from Helga. Well Gerald probably heard it from phoebe. Arnold was his best friend, but he wasn't a gossip. That was me.

I signed, "Give me an hour. Pick me up. Don't be creepy. No hugging, kissing, or hand holding. In fact, no touching of any kind. Got it?"

I could patricianly hear the little creep's smile. "You got it, baby cakes."

I shredded. I reminded myself. A bad date is better than no date. "Bye."

"Good bye my sleeping beauty." I hung up. Glad that conversation was over. I headed to the closet. I was small, but most people had living rooms smaller than it. My mom's was a whole suit. I picked out something no too pretty, but still stylish enough to be mine. I looked in the mirror. I was skinny. My breast where small, but proportional to my body size. Mom offered to fix that, but I declined. After seeing what her seventh boob job did to her, I never wanted to go under the scalpel. Okay, maybe a nose job, but that was it.

With a quick good bye to the butler, I was out the door.