it all. “If Phil had his way I’d be permanently knocked up and stuck in the kitchen cooking him three meals a day. He doesn’t get that I’m a movie star, for God’s sake.”
“I’m sure he is very proud of you,” Mandy murmured.
But Lucy wasn’t listening, she was on a roll. “I took time off to have his kids, and now that I plan on resuming my career, the selfish jerk is being about as helpful as a boil on the tip of his dick! Asshole!”
“How are the children?”
“Fine. They’re with their nanny. I don’t know what I’d do without her, she’s a gem.”
Mandy wasn’t that interested, she had her own problems, but she made a few more sympathetic noises anyway.
After Lucy had finished complaining Mandy repeated her desire to throw Ryan a surprise party. “Upstairs at Mr Chow ,” she said. “Only twenty people. And do not tell Phil, because he’ll blab to Ryan, and that’ll spoil the surprise.”
“How am I supposed to get him there if I can’t tell him?” Lucy asked, biting into a crab cake.
“Say it’s dinner with Don, that’ll do it,” Mandy said, nodding to herself. “I’ll call Don and warn him; he’s a lot more capable of keeping a secret.”
“He’s screwing his assistant, you know,” Lucy revealed.
“Who, Don?” Mandy asked, quite surprised.
“No, Phil,” Lucy said scornfully. “Fucking around is in his genes, or so he tells me–like that makes it okay.” She paused for a moment and narrowed her eyes. “Now, if I did it, he’d go berserk. That’s why he doesn’t want me going back to work; he thinks I’ll be exposed to all kinds of temptation.”
“How ridiculous,” Mandy said, pushing her grilled vegetable salad around the plate.
“I know,” Lucy agreed. “It’s not as if I’m about to walk on the set and fuck George Clooney.” She took a long beat, grinned and added–“Although…”
They both giggled at the thought.
“Have you ever cheated on Phil?” Mandy asked curiously.
Lucy paused for a moment before answering. Mandy was a notorious gossip and anything she told her would be repeated allover town, so although she was mad at Phil, she wasn’t about to castrate him by blabbing to Mandy about the tennis pro and the masseur she’d had brief but satisfying flings with. She’d managed to keep her extra-curricular activities firmly under wraps, and that’s the way it would stay.
“No,” she said at last. “Have you ever cheated on Ryan?”
“Of course not!” Mandy responded, blushing slightly. “I would never do that to him.”
“Do you think he cheats on you?”
“Who, Ryan?” Mandy pealed with laughter. “He wouldn’t dare. I’d cut off his balls and use them for earrings!”
“Ryan’s a very attractive man,” Lucy mused. “And you know what the women are like in this town…especially when they’re on the loose. Predatory bitches.”
“Oh, I know,” Mandy said, nodding her head in agreement. “But Ryan’s not a cheater.”
“You’d be shocked if I told you the names of some of the women who’ve set their sights on Phil,” Lucy continued. “Fortunately he just fucks them and moves on. Bastard!”
“Tell me names,” Mandy said, eyes gleaming with anticipation. “They’re safe with me.”
“Can’t do that,” Lucy said, pursing her lips.
“I don’t know how you’ve taken it all these years,” Mandy said, slightly aggrieved that Lucy wouldn’t reveal anyone’s identity. “Don’t you sometimes have to conquer the urge to kill him?”
“Ten years of marriage, and probably five hundred women,” Lucy sighed, tossing back her sweep of long dark hair. “I suppose I must love the cheating sonofabitch, so what can I do?”
“You can divorce him, just like you said.”
“I said I was thinking of it,” Lucy frowned. Telling anything at all to Mandy Heckerling was a big mistake. Mandy lived for juicy information so she could pass it on to her coterie of so-called girlfriends.
Sometimes Lucy
“I’m sure he is very proud of you,” Mandy murmured.
But Lucy wasn’t listening, she was on a roll. “I took time off to have his kids, and now that I plan on resuming my career, the selfish jerk is being about as helpful as a boil on the tip of his dick! Asshole!”
“How are the children?”
“Fine. They’re with their nanny. I don’t know what I’d do without her, she’s a gem.”
Mandy wasn’t that interested, she had her own problems, but she made a few more sympathetic noises anyway.
After Lucy had finished complaining Mandy repeated her desire to throw Ryan a surprise party. “Upstairs at Mr Chow ,” she said. “Only twenty people. And do not tell Phil, because he’ll blab to Ryan, and that’ll spoil the surprise.”
“How am I supposed to get him there if I can’t tell him?” Lucy asked, biting into a crab cake.
“Say it’s dinner with Don, that’ll do it,” Mandy said, nodding to herself. “I’ll call Don and warn him; he’s a lot more capable of keeping a secret.”
“He’s screwing his assistant, you know,” Lucy revealed.
“Who, Don?” Mandy asked, quite surprised.
“No, Phil,” Lucy said scornfully. “Fucking around is in his genes, or so he tells me–like that makes it okay.” She paused for a moment and narrowed her eyes. “Now, if I did it, he’d go berserk. That’s why he doesn’t want me going back to work; he thinks I’ll be exposed to all kinds of temptation.”
“How ridiculous,” Mandy said, pushing her grilled vegetable salad around the plate.
“I know,” Lucy agreed. “It’s not as if I’m about to walk on the set and fuck George Clooney.” She took a long beat, grinned and added–“Although…”
They both giggled at the thought.
“Have you ever cheated on Phil?” Mandy asked curiously.
Lucy paused for a moment before answering. Mandy was a notorious gossip and anything she told her would be repeated allover town, so although she was mad at Phil, she wasn’t about to castrate him by blabbing to Mandy about the tennis pro and the masseur she’d had brief but satisfying flings with. She’d managed to keep her extra-curricular activities firmly under wraps, and that’s the way it would stay.
“No,” she said at last. “Have you ever cheated on Ryan?”
“Of course not!” Mandy responded, blushing slightly. “I would never do that to him.”
“Do you think he cheats on you?”
“Who, Ryan?” Mandy pealed with laughter. “He wouldn’t dare. I’d cut off his balls and use them for earrings!”
“Ryan’s a very attractive man,” Lucy mused. “And you know what the women are like in this town…especially when they’re on the loose. Predatory bitches.”
“Oh, I know,” Mandy said, nodding her head in agreement. “But Ryan’s not a cheater.”
“You’d be shocked if I told you the names of some of the women who’ve set their sights on Phil,” Lucy continued. “Fortunately he just fucks them and moves on. Bastard!”
“Tell me names,” Mandy said, eyes gleaming with anticipation. “They’re safe with me.”
“Can’t do that,” Lucy said, pursing her lips.
“I don’t know how you’ve taken it all these years,” Mandy said, slightly aggrieved that Lucy wouldn’t reveal anyone’s identity. “Don’t you sometimes have to conquer the urge to kill him?”
“Ten years of marriage, and probably five hundred women,” Lucy sighed, tossing back her sweep of long dark hair. “I suppose I must love the cheating sonofabitch, so what can I do?”
“You can divorce him, just like you said.”
“I said I was thinking of it,” Lucy frowned. Telling anything at all to Mandy Heckerling was a big mistake. Mandy lived for juicy information so she could pass it on to her coterie of so-called girlfriends.
Sometimes Lucy
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