Thanks guys for the encouragement, I'm feeling a little stronger...I need my Wheaties so keep 'em coming!!!!!

~LR

P.S.

"Wheaties"=Reviews

"Uh, Spencer who?" The apprehension in my voice had to be apparent.

"Spencer Velasquez, your sister's girlfriend?"

"Oh hey Spencer sorry I though you were Ashley's ex, Gosh it's been a while what's going on?"

"Nothing much, your mom wanted me to call and check on you. Oh I saw her in People Magazine she's hot."

"Okay that's nice. You talk to my mom?" I said sipping on my mojito.

"Yeah, so how's everything in married land? Where is that wife of yours anyway?"

"She had a press conference about the whole rehab rumor, I don't know how she does this shit it's utterly ridiculous. Lacy, how are things on your end? Don't try and ignore me I know you're on the phone, I can hear you breathing!"

"Good, I can get up now, the guy I had over last light, oh gosh he blew my back out!"

"Really, this is not going to turn into one of those conversations is it and when are you going to stop having random threesomes? And with guys no less, ugh?"

It's weird having a sister who wants to share EVERYTHING! Sometime I wish she'd keep her life with Spencer a secret like most honest American siblings. However, I guess it's something in the book of identical twins that says you have to be close. I never read that book.

"Look lezzy," she paused." let me do what I do okay I can't help the fact that I am sexually fluid and happy in bisexual bliss say it with me: NOT LACY'S FAULT!" She sucked in air. Well I hope it was air.

"And there is nothing wrong with being a lesbian thank you! Spencer you're a good woman for letting this sad little person ruin your life with sex and men, especially the grotesque proverbial piece of shit gender that is men. Honestly I don't get her, do you?"

"It's just sex Leah, it doesn't make me any less of a lesbian I just like to experience different types of sexual partners, but my heart is exclusively for women." She grunted. I don't even want to think about what for.

"Right, okay so different strokes for different folks, I get it! Kudos, just don't touch me when you see me I don't want to get that shit on me." I downed the rest of my mojito quickly, because I didn't know where the conversation was going to end up.

"What shit Leah?" my sister giggled. We're both serial gigglers and no it's not a twin thing.

"Whatever it is that makes you like that, I don't want to get that shit on me, that is how diseases spread."

"What diseases?" Spencer sounded a little offended, time to diffuse.

"I don't know pregnancy…that shit is terminal anything that stays with you 18-21 years or longer is fucking disease."

We all laugh, oh yeah I'm the shit!

"Okay but what kind of people call their family members when they're having sex, I mean seriously?" I huffed. I get huffy sometimes.

"We're not having sex, but every time I call you, Spence is always home and horny and likes to play with my-"

"Okay, I'm getting off the phone now! Spencer it was a pleasure talking to you lady. Lacy Amarise, I don't know what to do with you!" I hurried.

"Leah Analise! Hey does Ashley know you changed your name?"

"Haven't gotten to that it's not like it's important I just made my middle my last, isn't' that what Angelina Jolie did?"

"Yeah but you're not sexy enough to pull that shit off as well as she does." Sisters are quite the ego booster, they are.

"Fuck you, goodbye." I'm a great sibling.

"Love you"

"Love you back bitch." I smiled inside.

"Bye Spence."

"Fuck yes, Leah she's busy!"

Okay that was a definite moan, Aaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!

"Oh God, bye."

I quickly disconnected and headed for the bathroom, hearing my sister engaging into some kind of coital entanglement is just too much. Where is the Lysol when you need it? I need to disinfect myself.

"Baby I'm home?"

Ah the sound of the dragon lady making her entrance. I could tell where she was by the sounds made as she moved: foyer, hallway, kitchen…wait for it…"Ouch!" and refrigerator door.

"Hey baby, how was the press conference?"

"Okay I guess, but all I could think about is getting back home to my sexy mahogany goddess."

"Really Ash, are we back to square one again?"

Oh well maybe I should say this before I continue with anything else, so I'm a black woman. Well I'm actually Italian and Nigerian, but by Southern standards I'm black. They don't care too much about the logistics where I'm from but I love 'em anyway y'all!

"You will always be my mahogany goddess, no matter how long we've been together,"

"Speaking of which do you know how long we've been together, Ash?"

"Um well I took you from that little Podunk town in Florida and brought you to the real world, let's see about two years ago and four years if you're asking me when we first started dating." She was definitely getting some for that one.

"So why don't you like to talk about Spencer, baby I mean we've never talked about that before?" what the hell am I doing? This is not the shit to say right now!

"Maybe one day, but right now if I don't remember correctly don't we have something to fuck about?"

"I almost forgot that baby, what would I do without you?" I didn't forget, you got to stroke the ego before sex, I urge you to try it.

She led me down the hallway to our master suite like I've never been in the house before. Although, I welcomed her taking the lead, I wasn't to aggressive in the initiation process, but I was a woman eater once the action had begun. I guess we balanced each other out that way.

She picked me up and sat me on top of the marble vanity it our oversized bedroom and undressed me slowly and delicately like a fragile child. I could feel every hair on my body rise with anticipation. I wonder if this is what guys feel upon an erection, meanwhile I sprung a leak beneath my boy shorts.

Ashley caressed my thighs like she was never going to see them again. She loved my thick thighs something that's home grown in the south folks. This Los Angeles girl didn't know what to do when she got the first taste of my Southern…charm, yeah charm sounds good.

Her kisses intoxicate me, I don't smoke too much, I do drink, but nothing compared to the high from an incredible-"

"Oh my god baby, you just went for it, huh? I love it don't stop."

She just went in for the kill, I was actually liking this whole 'taunt my wife thing' and she just had to go down there and clean my leak if you-God she's so fucking good at it-know what I mean!

"Ashley your phone is lighting up." You stupid bitch what the fuck are you doing, your wife is fucking you on imported Venetian marble and you're worried about a damn phone?! Calm down maybe she won't get it.

"Ashley Davies." Shit, why do I always open my mouth?

"Wipe your mouth, Ash." I whispered.

"Thanks baby," she winked "Yeah, she's what? Where?" she paced, not a good sign.

Tell me you're not about to leave me here like this.

"Which one? Okay, thanks we'll be there shortly." She motioned for me to get dressed.

"This better be fucking good Ashley, I didn't even come and you know how I hate that." I huffed. See once again I'm all huffy, thanks a lot Davies. Can I say that if I have her last name? Who cares its freaking hilarious…I think?

"Honey I love you, but I need you to move your luscious ass and I mean like yesterday!" she was growing impatient with my agitation, something was seriously wrong she usually lives for our banter.

"Okay. Ash what's wrong sweetheart?" Soft and compassionate I am.

"It's Kyla, she and that jackass got into a car accident."

"Oh my god what about her…you know?"

"Don't know yet, we'll see when we get there but I'll tell you what I do know in the car come on Leah let's go!" she rushed.

We arrived at Cedars-Sinai Medical Center in about 20 minutes Ashley sped like a demon and we were there in no time flat. A rarity in LA from what I've heard.

"Kyla Dennison's Room, please. I'm her sister."

Authors notes:

So what do you think is wrong with poor Kyla, did her habit get the best of her? Who's out to get her? Why is her last name Dennison, I mean what is that about?

~LR